His thoughts drift, for the n-th time, to how strange it is to have all these years behind him that now seem almost like they weren't real. Even though they must be, because he feels them in the weariness in his body, if nothing else.
Weariness that Luke is at least expertly soothing, bit by bit.
He shakes his head a little, and reaches for the shampoo.
"Do you think the galaxy will blow up if we try to take a little vacation?" he asks, only partly joking, as he pours shampoo into one of his hands.
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Date: 2024-04-02 10:15 am (UTC)Weariness that Luke is at least expertly soothing, bit by bit.
He shakes his head a little, and reaches for the shampoo.
"Do you think the galaxy will blow up if we try to take a little vacation?" he asks, only partly joking, as he pours shampoo into one of his hands.