In the end, she has to hand it to himβ heβd always been an expert in taking her by surprise, and it would appear that heβs chosen not to shake the habit even in death.
βRey Skywalker?β Thereβs a vaguely sardonic twist to the corner of his mouth. βDoes that make you my cousin now?β
βIt seemed like a fitting tribute,β she says in wooden tones. Be it dream or vision, she might as well play alongβ draw this out until reality comes crashing back. Who knows when heβll come to her again as solid and as vibrant as this?
βI see.β Suddenly heβs leaning into her, their faces so close together. βTell me,β he murmurs, his lips almost brushing against hers, βhave you ever heard of the term kissing cousins?β
She registers the smell of alcohol on his breath at the same time that his eyes flutter shut and he slumps face-down into her lap, snoring softly. Youβre alive, is all she can think at first, staring down at his head of lush black hair.
Alive and very, very drunk.
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βEverything all right?β Rey asks quietly, laying a hand on Benβs shoulder.
βAs well as can be expected.β Ben reaches up to cover her hand with his much larger one, his thumb stroking across her knuckles.
Finn looks like heβs about to be violently ill. Rose examines her fingernails. Poeβs jaw drops.
Rey silently dares any of them to utter a single word.
βYeah, soβ Iβm not going to deal with that right now,β Poe declares after a short pause. βIβm at, like, emotional capacity. Letβs just talk about the mission.β
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