Date & Time: August 24th/evening
Location: Han's apartment
Characters: James T Kirk
captains & Han Solo
pilot
Summary: The worst reunion ever. Some people just can't take a joke :[
Warnings: PG-13
[It was like being lighter. All of the tension he'd been carrying around for what had nearly been a year- was simply gone. His muscles had been tight it with it, constantly coiled like a spring ready to snap- or more accurately, like someone ready to run at a moments notice. He'd never felt comfortable, never felt settled.
Everything that had started out as a pretence, had quickly become the only truth he'd kept around with him. He'd nearly- He was almost worse than when Pike had first come across him, and a part of him prickles with guilt, at that. It's unsettling, a little, more than he'd thought it would be, to not know why.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter. There was a reason he'd done it, and in the difference of feeling- For the moment at least, he doesn't want to know. Staring at the door however, he takes a moment to school his features, something a little more bemused.
As if he can't remember why, precisely, this was the last place he'd remembered being before going out. And knocks]
Location: Han's apartment
Characters: James T Kirk
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Summary: The worst reunion ever. Some people just can't take a joke :[
Warnings: PG-13
[It was like being lighter. All of the tension he'd been carrying around for what had nearly been a year- was simply gone. His muscles had been tight it with it, constantly coiled like a spring ready to snap- or more accurately, like someone ready to run at a moments notice. He'd never felt comfortable, never felt settled.
Everything that had started out as a pretence, had quickly become the only truth he'd kept around with him. He'd nearly- He was almost worse than when Pike had first come across him, and a part of him prickles with guilt, at that. It's unsettling, a little, more than he'd thought it would be, to not know why.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter. There was a reason he'd done it, and in the difference of feeling- For the moment at least, he doesn't want to know. Staring at the door however, he takes a moment to school his features, something a little more bemused.
As if he can't remember why, precisely, this was the last place he'd remembered being before going out. And knocks]
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