thinking about dinluke and just like… how intimate just sharing a bed is for them. cause like, on one hand you have luke who grew up an only child and was immediately thrown into wartime efforts the second he left home. going from a presumably single bed in the homestead to more single, cramped bunks on different rebel bases if he’s lucky, but just sleeping wherever he can, be it curled up on the deck of the falcon or sitting upright against a wall after a mission debrief- then later, on a small, lonely bed on yavin. and then on the other hand you have din, who grew up in the covert. surrounded by other foundlings we can presume he probably either shared a room with other kids or had one of his own, but for the sake of it im going with option one, where he grew up sharing a room and enjoying the comfort and security it brought to be surrounded by others after losing his family as a child. and then to grow up. titled beroya for his covert. but in doing so finds himself on the crest for months at a time, his sleeping quarters small and cramped and so so alone. and then im just thinking about when the two of them get together it’s this meeting of similar yet vastly different worlds where luke has never really known the act of sharing a bed or a room with anyone and din had been surrounded and comforted by closeness for his entire life but hasn’t been able to have that as an adult. they meet and it’s suddenly this great intimacy for the both of them to just lay together. sometimes touching, sometimes not, but their bed becomes a place for not just physically intimacy but for emotional. where they go to just spend time together and breathe in the grounding love of having someone there with you… yeah. been thinking about that.
