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for whatever miscellaneous bullshit your little heart can come up with.

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my serious as heck starter

[imahologram]

[Things have been quiet on Chandrila lately. Ben's as much a handful as any two-year-old, and the same can be said of the Republic--the parallels are especially striking when they're about the same age--but those things are always the case. When she isn't busy with one or the other, she finds herself restless and almost bored with the situation as it stands.

This is partially (mostly) her fault.

The long and short of it is that she might have thrown Han out of the house. The only reason it's a maybe instead of a definite is because Han was already halfway to the Falcon; she's pretty sure, in retrospect, she just gave him a good reason to break atmosphere. It was for the best that they had a few weeks apart, but every hour that passes today, she's felt more regret than anything that Han isn't at home where he belongs.

So she sends him a message--text, not holo, in hopes that it won't be too much of a confrontation too soon.]

Come home.

[She ends it with a full stop, but it's a question at heart, one masking others. Can we work this out? for instance, and Have you missed me the way I've missed you?]