Rey Skywalker

The Falcon was silent this morning. Rey didn't know if she'd ever heard it this quiet, really. It was eerie, and broken only by the times Chewie would ask why it was so quiet.

And when she headed up to the cockpit and saw Finn sitting at the dejarik table in the lounge while Poe came out of the cockpit at the same time, things somehow got more quiet, with more than a tinge of awkwardness as no one really knew what to say, or where to look that wasn't directly into anyone's eyes.

"Okay," Finn said suddenly. "That never happened. Agreed?"

"Yes," Rey said immediately.

"Sure didn't," Poe agreed at the same time.

"Good," Finn said, and it got quiet again.

"So I know the coordinates of where I need to be to catch my portal back," Rey said quickly.

"Probably for the best!" Poe said.

Distance. Distance would make this not weird again.


[Like none of you have ever encouraged me to do it. Establishy!]