In the midst of ongoing war and fighting and struggling, they had a holiday that was horrifying at times and at others, was the sort of domestic life they couldn't have as two of the last surviving Jedi.

Cal's happiness is almost a physical pressure between them, bubbling and fizzing and soaking deep through them. Luke feels the same but it can't compare, not to the years of waiting, or living with it and hoping that it would turn out.

He breaks the kiss to laugh with the sheer overwhelming joy. "How did I get so lucky?" It's a whisper, not really being asked, just needing to vocalise the words.