Rey didn't want to be pushy. She didn't even know what she was pushing for, exactly. She had no idea how this sort of thing worked between two normal people, never mind two people with their own set of peculiar circumstances. It didn't matter to her that he was older than her, and it didn't matter to her that he was her teacher. She was attracted to him, and what was the point in denying that?
If Luke didn't want her, then she would drop it. And even if he did want her, but was too uncomfortable to really pursue anything in good conscience, she would still drop it. But if he didn't want to pursue anything simply because it didn't fit into some societal view of what was appropriate... well, it wasn't as though either of them had much use for society at large, so that would be a little silly.
Still, she stayed silent and listened to him speak, frowning a little as he alluded to past mistakes. She didn't know the whole of it, and at this point, he may well simply have been wrongfully shouldering the entirety of the blame for his nephew's fall to the Dark Side. That thought left her feeling the need to reach out to him that much stronger.
Getting up, Rey slowly approached him, almost as though she was concerned about scaring him off. "And now?" she asked softly, wanting to reach out to him but just barely managing to keep herself from doing so. "Did you realize that you still have a pulse?"
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If Luke didn't want her, then she would drop it. And even if he did want her, but was too uncomfortable to really pursue anything in good conscience, she would still drop it. But if he didn't want to pursue anything simply because it didn't fit into some societal view of what was appropriate... well, it wasn't as though either of them had much use for society at large, so that would be a little silly.
Still, she stayed silent and listened to him speak, frowning a little as he alluded to past mistakes. She didn't know the whole of it, and at this point, he may well simply have been wrongfully shouldering the entirety of the blame for his nephew's fall to the Dark Side. That thought left her feeling the need to reach out to him that much stronger.
Getting up, Rey slowly approached him, almost as though she was concerned about scaring him off. "And now?" she asked softly, wanting to reach out to him but just barely managing to keep herself from doing so. "Did you realize that you still have a pulse?"