“I mean, there’s usually a story to everything, isn’t there? Even some of the most straightforward events have feelings and ...” Han seems to struggle for the word. “Context?” He’s only ever thought about this kind of thing because of how often he’s tried to make a lie seem like the truth.

He shakes the thought away and notices how quickly he’s already drank his second glass. The Princess, whom he pegged for a lightweight, has been able to go glass for glass with him so far. It’s not surprising to him that he likes hearing Leia talk about her past more than he likes talking about his own.

She’ll feel the toe of his boot nudge against hers. At first it seems like it could have been an accident, but the way his foot stays, maybe not.

“I think I like the fact that you’ve got a rebellious side, Princess Leia. If you ever want to get better at playing cards, I’m your man.”

At her mention of the drink, he simply eyes the bottle and casts a look back at her. The question asked with his eyes. Another?