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Sophie presses Eliot about the Marshal. Eliot sets the record straight.
‘No, you don’t understand!’ The damp cloth hits the counter with a slap. There’s blood rushing in Eliot’s ears; his heart’s pounding furiously. ‘It’s—this is nothing,’ he continues. ‘There ain’t anything happening between us; I don’t want anything to happen between us. And even if I did, you think I’d ever let a cop get that close to Parker or Hardison? Or—or any of you?’ He shakes his head. ‘Someone we’re—friendly with, someone we can call if we really need to’s one thing, but that? I’d never. I’d just—’ He breaks off, breathing hard, and jabs an emphatic finger at the countertop. ‘I’d never, Sophie.’
Breanna asks Eliot a question. It's... less than ideal. He keeps some things secret for a reason.
‘I mean, there were clues. Alec didn’t tell us tell us, but you should hear how he talks about you, man. It’s honestly kinda gross.’
‘What the—who the hell is “us”?’ he splutters.
‘Just me and Nana and…’ She pauses and then finishes in a rush. ‘…Okay, maybe some of our other foster siblings.’
‘Maybe a few,’ she says, which does absolutely nothing to clarify the situation. ‘My brother Mikey was the one who went hard for the triad theory. I was actually way off base for a while, ’cause Alec made it sound like he was maybe dating Catwoman and Batman at the same time, and no offense but I was kinda skeptical ’cause I’m pretty sure back in the day he posted that exact fanfic on his LiveJournal—which,’ she adds hastily, ‘if he asks, I definitely haven’t found.’
31 Jan 2021
After a long spell apart, Han and Leia reunite for a spot of... stargazing.
‘Sure,’ he said, shifting, leaning across her to pull the other strap down, not quite baring her chest. ‘Constellations; I know ’em.’
She shot him an amused look. ‘Name me one constellation in the sky above us right now.’
‘Big Triangle,’ Han answered promptly. He wasn’t putting any of his weight on her, bracing himself so that he was hardly touching her other than where his nose nuzzled her neck, but still the proximity of him made her chest tighten, her hand coming up to stroke the plane of his back. ‘Small Square. Great Northern Somethin’.’
‘We’re not even in the northern hemisphere,’ she reminded him.
10 Jan 2021
Leia's attempt to put some distance between herself and Han falls apart. Which might be just fine.
Leia was no stranger to doing audacious things in plain sight—it was a natural part of spying for the Alliance in the Imperial Senate—but they were usually things that could make or break a years-long effort to save the galaxy from tyranny, and not about trying to avoid an awkward situation entirely of her own making.
Perhaps it wasn’t such a problem. Han, after all, was oblivious to the awkwardness, reading with enthusiasm from a holonet page about the eighty different kinds of spiced cider one could procure from a stall at the winter market they’d be visiting tomorrow, just the two of them, alone.
01 Nov 2020
On a five-day mission, Han and Leia seek alone time. Pretty clear what's going on, right?
Leia eyed him over the rim of her mug. Over his shoulder, the very last of the sun was slipping down behind a dune, the light changing from orange to a gloomy indigo. ‘I think,’ she said, very casually, ‘that we ought to go and debrief, Han. While today’s still fresh in our minds.’
He blinked a couple of times before his eyes widened in recognition. ‘Right. Debrief. Yes. Seems important,’ he said quickly. ‘Let’s go…’ He gestured in the general direction of his ship. ‘…Do that.’
‘Good idea!’ Leia shot to her feet. ‘Night, everyone.’