Luke was still stiff in Han's arms, and for a moment Han started to worry. Maybe pretending to be Luke's boyfriend right after the shock of Mara's betrayal wasn't the smartest thing to do. Han hoped he hadn't broken the kid.
Wedge, who had been almost as unresponsive as Luke, suddenly jerked to life like a puppet. "You're dating?" he blurted in disbelief.
"Yup!" Han grinned. "Who would've thought it, huh? A farm-boy and a guy like me."
Han turned his head to rest against Luke's and laughed at the joke only they would get. And then he tried to look dreamy rather than amused. He was supposed to be a lovesick fool, he reminded himself. Not someone helping a friend he didn't even want.
"It's not that," Wedge said. "It just seems strange that you just met each other, and yet you're dating and kissing and..." he awkwardly waved a hand to indicate the way Han embraced Luke. Gently, but tightly. And still leaning his head against him with a dreamy smile on his face.
"Doesn't it seem like you're moving kinda fast?" Wedge finished lamely.
"When did we ever say we just met?" Han asked in surprise. This might not work if Wedge knew much about Luke. Han didn't think this plan through very well.
Well, hey. He did say Luke was supposed to be the brains. Though his plans weren't exactly the greatest either...
Han could still fix this though. He just had to throw Wedge off guard.
"Didn't you hear me on the com-link when I told Luke to hurry up so we could go home?" he asked. Wedge flushed in embarrassment and Han continued. "We've been dating for about... three years now? Four?" How long was long enough to show that Luke hadn't wasted his time pining away for Mara?
Luke finally relaxed into Han's embrace and gently tangled their fingers together. He twisted slightly so he could look at Han with a grateful smile.
"It's been four years," he said softly. Then he tried to scowl. "How could you have forgotten?"
Han smiled widely before trying to make it look sheepish. There he went forgetting his role again. But Luke was willing to go along with the pretense, and that meant Wedge didn't know anything. Now... How would a contrite lover answer Luke's question?
[FILL] Part 3
Wedge, who had been almost as unresponsive as Luke, suddenly jerked to life like a puppet. "You're dating?" he blurted in disbelief.
"Yup!" Han grinned. "Who would've thought it, huh? A farm-boy and a guy like me."
Han turned his head to rest against Luke's and laughed at the joke only they would get. And then he tried to look dreamy rather than amused. He was supposed to be a lovesick fool, he reminded himself. Not someone helping a friend he didn't even want.
"It's not that," Wedge said. "It just seems strange that you just met each other, and yet you're dating and kissing and..." he awkwardly waved a hand to indicate the way Han embraced Luke. Gently, but tightly. And still leaning his head against him with a dreamy smile on his face.
"Doesn't it seem like you're moving kinda fast?" Wedge finished lamely.
"When did we ever say we just met?" Han asked in surprise. This might not work if Wedge knew much about Luke. Han didn't think this plan through very well.
Well, hey. He did say Luke was supposed to be the brains. Though his plans weren't exactly the greatest either...
Han could still fix this though. He just had to throw Wedge off guard.
"Didn't you hear me on the com-link when I told Luke to hurry up so we could go home?" he asked. Wedge flushed in embarrassment and Han continued. "We've been dating for about... three years now? Four?" How long was long enough to show that Luke hadn't wasted his time pining away for Mara?
Luke finally relaxed into Han's embrace and gently tangled their fingers together. He twisted slightly so he could look at Han with a grateful smile.
"It's been four years," he said softly. Then he tried to scowl. "How could you have forgotten?"
Han smiled widely before trying to make it look sheepish. There he went forgetting his role again. But Luke was willing to go along with the pretense, and that meant Wedge didn't know anything. Now... How would a contrite lover answer Luke's question?