Although Lando’s outburst stunned him, Han’s temper recoils faster than he wants, half-bitten curses slip from under his breath, followed by a sound that’s abruptly pulled from his throat, a mix between a half-scream and a howl of exasperation. Certainly a petulant sort of utterance he hasn’t made since he was younger. ❝Yeah, blame the guy who got his heart broke,❞ Han laughs on the spot, bobbing his head when his arms have crossed his chest — because he’s infuriating like that — because he can’t ever bring himself to describe how much it’d really hurt to leave Lando; hurt being the genuine man that he is, somewhere beneath all the muck of grime of what he’s done, what he’d had to do to stay alive in a galaxy that doesn’t give kraat about an orphaned…show more content… The somber notes slide in without prelude. ❝So, you blame me for running ‘cause it’d hurt too much to stay.❞ Han aches to look up and examine it for himself. Craves to relish the regret and heartbreak he’d always imagined in Lando’s eyes, know that Lando acknowledges there’d been so much more as to why he’d left, and to watch culpability consume the man who’d broken him time and again. Only that would be Han’s sole deliverance from this claustrophobic loneliness that’s plagued him for what seems like years on end, now seeming to close in on him from every corner by a forced march. Years. Years later and this fodder decides to bring it up now. Even a month is a long, long
