He felt a small surge of warmth, such as he'd seldom experienced while communing with another person like this, the Force equivalent of a blush.
What do you want me to know? he asked, almost shyly. Tell me--show me--about yourself.
It wasn't that he would not disclose more, but so much of his life that came immediately to mind was painful. And so much of his history, he feared, would be inexplicable or painful to her. Did she want to see a young, cocky Han Solo, or the brilliance that was Leia?
Better, he thought, to learn more about this stranger who had dropped into his life and, almost immediately, upended it.
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What do you want me to know? he asked, almost shyly. Tell me--show me--about yourself.
It wasn't that he would not disclose more, but so much of his life that came immediately to mind was painful. And so much of his history, he feared, would be inexplicable or painful to her. Did she want to see a young, cocky Han Solo, or the brilliance that was Leia?
Better, he thought, to learn more about this stranger who had dropped into his life and, almost immediately, upended it.