SO THAT HE MAY SLEEP WITHOUT HIS FISTS CLENCHED
“Rey, this is…” he trails off, voice slightly wrecked. She watches his lip start to tremble and then he takes a deep, steadying breath. When he finally looks at her, his eyes are burning into hers.
Rey’s knees almost give out. That look—it’s alarming.
Suddenly, she feels an overwhelming need to fill the space between them with something other than the way he’s staring at her. “I know it’d be better in color and I gave up on getting your hair right after a few days. Long hair is so hard. And your ears—”
He cuts her off, but his voice is so fucking soft that she swears it’s almost reverent.
“I love it, Rey. It’s wonderful. You—I had no idea you’d gotten so good.”
Her face goes completely red then, all the way to the tips of her ears. She doesn’t have a chance to respond because he’s already got the drawing rolled back up and is pulling her into his arms and pressing her against his chest. One arm is wrapped tightly around her shoulder, the other cradling her head and his lips are soft at her temple. “Thank you. For doing that for me.”