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[imthepilot]

Bodhi waits by the outer door of the facility, looking up at the sky that is for once not black. Grey and hazy but not black.

The medic has given him a series of injections that allow him to walk and carry a light pack without too much pain. Granted there are patches he can't feel, his hip mostly. But he can live with that to enjoy a day outside.

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[imthepilot]

"Don't like to be cold." Bodhi mutters, tucking the blanket around them. Galen has slipped out of him now but he cuddles close.

Solo haul piloting can be a lonely life. You find warmth where you can. Be it a decadent blanket or exotic alcohol. But rarely in Bodhi's life has it been the warmth of a lovely bedfellow.

[galen_erso]

"Being cold is horrible," Galen agrees. "Keeps you from thinking."

He tilts his head to lazily kiss Bodhi yet again.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi mumbles something into Galen's skin, something content and sleepy that might not be in Galactic Standard. He falls into a doze almost at once.