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Luke had gone out for a few days, and Han didn't have to think about how long the first two days were, but when it went on longer, he needed updates.
"He's fine," Leia said, a hand on her hip, her gaze on the screen.
"Yes, but I need a better damn source than the casual messages he gives," said Han, glowering at the screen before she turned it off.
"Fine, if you must know, he is fine," Leia said, stepping past him.
"No, come on, just…I really need to know," Han pleaded, following her.
Leia chuckled. "Oh, I know how much you need to know."
Oh great. "Don't read my thoughts…or see my thoughts."
"I don't have to, you're an open book."
Han waited for Luke by the hanger later in the evening. Arms crossed, stomach grumbling.
When his ship landed, so did a few others. He was peeved, watching Luke smile and congrulate everyone for their hardwork before spotting Han.
He waved, taking off his helmet.
Leia wasn't wrong about a certain need, because Luke ambling over only had Han desperately pushing himself away from the wall, and kissing Luke almost instantly.
Luke smiled, face flushed when they pulled away. "Thinking about me, are you?"
Han kissed him again, gentle, holding him tightly around the waist. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"You're an open book."
Han rolled his eyes, "Of course. Get changed and we can find some food, okay."
"Okay." Luke kissed him again before heading off.