#he!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The night before had been a whirlwind. At one moment, you were jolted awake from your slumber by a terrible nightmare, and the next you had Din at your side—who’d apparently heard you yell something in your sleep. Then, after checking in on you, you asked him to stay, and he instead proposed that you come with him. His bed was slightly bigger, he’d insisted, and you’d fallen asleep easily in the comfort that was his mass of blankets and the warmth of his body.

But that had all felt like a dream on its own, so when you wake up to see yourself in Din’s compartment, you nearly panic. Then, you feel a gentle squeeze of your hand that’s entwined with one of Din’s, his arm softly pulling your back closer into his chest. With a smile, you let the tension release, easing back into the comfort and safety that Din and his bed provide you with.

“Good morning, cyare.” Din’s modulated voice is even raspier from his recent slumber, yet his tone is gentle as you feel the cool texture of the helmet pressing against the back of your head. The word is new, sounding much like his usual endearment of cyar’ika, and you like it.

You can’t stop smiling as you bring your entwined hands to your lips, kissing his knuckles as you give his hand a squeeze back. “Good morning, Din.”

i am in perpetual rage over how fucking attractive he is And How Well He Knows His Angles and i know a couple of people who are mad about this a lot too 😀