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[imthepilot]

Bodhi can't help but get up and fiddle. He's slept so much since the accident, he finds it hard to stay still for too long. Even if holding Galen in the afterglow is magnificent.

Instead he investigates Galen's little kitchenette, seeing what he might have to work with. He's starving!

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[galen_erso]

"So do I," Galen says. "We have about four standard weeks during which we can work out a way how to make a niche for us so this can work open-ended."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi turns his head to catch Galen's lips in a kiss. "Thank you for understanding." He gives Galen a little nudge. "Now let me cook. Leave the plates, this won't take long."

He throws everything together, hands moving swiftly as he cracks and scrambles the eggs. Again, that easy rhythm, that relaxed state that comes from cooking.

It doesn't take him long to have two very tasty omelettes on plates, bring them to the table. "Breakfast."

[galen_erso]

The table is set neatly, and Galen is already at it, mug of caf in hand, apparently having watched Bodhi the entire time.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi smile and presents the plates, welcoming Galen to sit. "It feels like an age since the last time we ate together. I hope you enjoy this."

[galen_erso]

Galen sits, looking at the food with hopeful expectation.

"So much happened in-between," he says.

[imthepilot]

"It has." Bodhi sits down carefully, all too aware of his damaged body. "The last time I cooked for you, I was only just realising."

He gestures for Galen to eat and not to wait. Jedhean tradition encourages enjoyment in the meal, not formality.

[galen_erso]

Galen starts to eat, happily tasting the good fresh food.

"We hadn't even kissed or anything," he says. "And now we are here."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi tastes the omelette, considers, and reaches for another spice, sprinkling a little over his plate.

"I don't think I knew anyone could fall that fast."

[galen_erso]

"I don't think it works that way for most people," Galen says soberly while spearing the next but of omelette with his fork. "The Force seems to have needed us to work and had no time to lose."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi cocks his head, looking to Galen. "You really believe that? That we're... fated? That there's a reason?"

[galen_erso]

"It feels so right and natural between us," Galen says. "So yes, I think we are."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi watches Galen for a long moment, thinking about that. He wants to believe it. The little part of his heart that wanted to feel what his mother and brothers felt - that there was something greater, something more. That the force somehow noticed him.

That the uncaring universe have the smallest thought to Bodhi Rook.

And he envies Galen that too. "I hope you're right. I want to think-" But in his heart, he doubts. Not Galen, not this strange and sudden love. But himself.

[galen_erso]

Galen tilts his head and looks at Bodhi.

[imthepilot]

"It's nothing." He shakes his head. "How do you like the omelette?" He deflects, a little desperately.

[galen_erso]

Galen gives him a deep look.

"You don't like to think the Force works for you?" he says gently. "Perhaps, after everything that changed in the last few years, it has been found to not be real?"

Galen has a point in asking; after all, the Empire tries to deny the 'Jedi religion' even as it excoriates Jeddha for the very kyber crystals that power the lightsabres, something they both know to be deeply schizophrenic.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi chased a bite of food around his place. "It's not that." He clears his throat, trying to order his thoughts. "I've never... had faith, not the way some of my family do. Not because I don't believe it's real. I've seen the Guardians do things that... I can't explain. I just..." He puts the fork down, aware that there's no way to say this without sounding self pitying. "If there is a Force, I'm not important enough for it. I'm just- I'm no-one."

He closes his eyes. "And after what I've done, helping the Empire destroy the temple, why would it do anything good for me?"

[galen_erso]

Galen listens quietly while Bodhi talks. "The Force isn't personal," he says. "It's the thread that connects all beings in the universe. You exist, so do the stars. Nothing is too unimportant for the Force. Touching it, working with it, seeing it's patterns -- that is the talent and privilege of the Jedi, the Guardians and their like. But everybody is part of it, and is moved by it."

[imthepilot]

"Do you feel it? When you work with the crystals?" He didn't ask about Galen's work much. Because he was fairly sure there were things he didn't need to know. But Galen's... philosophical side fascinated him.

[galen_erso]

"Yes," Galen says. "You can't, if you don't. Still, it's a long way from wielding it."

[imthepilot]

"Tell what you feel?" He asks softly. A mix of hope and awe in his voice.

[galen_erso]

"I feel the connection, the natural flow of reality," Galen says. "An energy that slightly collapses time, which means a path from the past to the future and back. In hindsight, I know I had that with Lyra; now, I clearly feel that I have that with you."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi reaches across the table to touch Galen's hand lightly. He wants to believe that. With all his heart.

"What was she like? Lyra." He ducks his head. "I want you to know, I'm not- I won't ever be jealous of her, of you. I want to know all of you."

[galen_erso]

"Infinitely more practical and sensible than me," Galen says. "A geologist. Explorer. Surveyor. Guide. At home in worlds like these. She made my blood sing and ordered my world. We sometimes argued, of course, but there was a secret pleasure iin giving in to her better sense."

Pause.

"Old friends kepg telling me in strict confidence that she wasn't beautiful, that she was plain and unrefined, but they must all have been blind."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi strokes his fingers over Galen's inner wrist, listening. Just listening. "Beauty isn't in looks. You're not... that's not the way you see things." Otherwise, why would he notice Bodhi.

[galen_erso]

"Beauty is in the energy, hers or yours," Galen says. "It's iin the way you touch the Force un me. Then, the way you look becomes the most precious thing in the world, and you focus me."