( a soft, contemplative hum. he could call han's bluff, of course, but he won't because frankly, that is a conversation neither of them is ready to have just yet.
and then han's hand is on his shoulder, squeezing it in a way that makes this suddenly so very real and his gaze drops ㅡ though it's not quickly enough to hide how his expression wavers. uncertain and eager by turns.
then he draws in a sobering breath, expression schooling itself into something closer to the usual impassive veneer. control. he is still in control. )
So, what are we having?
( head canting as he looks, finally, at the area and at the food truck nestled in the corner. )
no subject
( a soft, contemplative hum. he could call han's bluff, of course, but he won't because frankly, that is a conversation neither of them is ready to have just yet.
and then han's hand is on his shoulder, squeezing it in a way that makes this suddenly so very real and his gaze drops ㅡ though it's not quickly enough to hide how his expression wavers. uncertain and eager by turns.
then he draws in a sobering breath, expression schooling itself into something closer to the usual impassive veneer. control. he is still in control. )
So, what are we having?
( head canting as he looks, finally, at the area and at the food truck nestled in the corner. )