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[imthepilot]

Packing his things to go was hard. So hard. Not that he had much but... it was the leaving that hurt.

The last month of his life had been the best he could remember having, burns and all. It hardly mattered. He didn't care about the disfiguring scars. What did they matter, compared to what he got in return.

A month with Galen.

He owed the medic his thanks. He'd been baking and cooking all day, determined to leave Galen with everything he needed. The sweet tart, he took down to the medic before heading back to his room to cook one last meal for Galen before he has to fly away tomorrow.

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[galen_erso]

Unexpectedly, he finds Galen in the med department, talking to the medic. "... lucid dreams, or insomnia," he concludes whatever he was saying. "You might have the data, seeing you more or less monitor all of us?"

Then, he spots Bodhi, and his entire face lights up with the joy of seeing him.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's face lights up just as warmly, then turns to worry at the words he caught, hoping Galen's okay.

"I brought you this." He says to the medic, offering her the tart. "To say thank you, for everything you've done." For him, for them.

She smiles and accepts the food, "I was just going my job but I'm always happy to be fed for it."

She gives Galen a quick look, letting him know they'll continue the conversation in a moment. Discretion and all that.

[galen_erso]

"I'm done for the moment," Galen says to Bodhi. "This business isn't getting away from us, so I'll get back to it. Thanks again, for everything you did for us, from me as well. Only I'm sure you're glad that I don't try to bake anything."

The last bit is said to the medic.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi looks apologetic, not meaning to interrupt. "I can come back." He gives Galen a quick look, implying he can meet Galen back in his room.

[galen_erso]

"If you need anything, let me know," Galen tells the medic. "And we do have a bit of time, so no reason to zip back and forth."

Let Bodhi say his goodbyes to the woman who saved them both, and then they can go and cook, and say their own goodbyes.

[imthepilot]

The medic, after a moments hesitation, pulls Bodhi aside and whispers something in his ear, giving him a quick squeeze.

Bodhi looks a little shocked and nods, heading wordlessly to the door.

The medic gives Galen a wave. "We'll talk later. I'll pull that information together for you."

[galen_erso]

"Thank you," Galen says, again. He can never thank this miraculously helpful woman enough.

With a fond smile, he follows Bodhi out of the door. He's of going to ask what she said, but he looks forward to seek g the results of her presumable advice.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi walks with him in silence till they're back in Galen's rooms. Bodhi's shoulders are tense, his expression tight and worried. He pulls Galen close and kisses him, slowly and lovingly.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi," Galen murmurs, pulling him close. "Bodhi. My pilot. My Bodhi."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi hates this, even if he has knowen it has been coming for a month. "I have to lift off planet-rise. Till then, I'm yours." And he doesn't want to waste a second.

[galen_erso]

"Oh, Bodhi!"

Galen almost crushes him in his arms before letting go a little, almost apologetically.

"Food," he decides. "Love-making. Fresher. And in the morning, I massage that balm in your scars one last time."

They would need attention beyond that, but without Galen.

[imthepilot]

He's more than okay with being crushed. He needs the crush. He needs to feel as much contact with Galen as he can.

"Yes, I'd like that. I want-" He shakes his head. Words are too complicated. "Please, Galen. Just... just don't leave me tonight."

[galen_erso]

"Not for a moment," Galen says, "except potty breaks. Of course."

He still clings, stroking Bodhi's back.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi chuckles, Galen's silliness breaking his tension. He pulls Galen close and kisses him slowly. "Dinner first?"

[galen_erso]

"Yes, unless we are overtaken by desire while cooking," Galen says. "Again."

He still doesn't quite let go of Bodhi, though.

[imthepilot]

"Most of it's already done." Bodhi shrugs, colouring a little. "I... I might have gotten a little carried away. I wanted to make it a bit special."

[galen_erso]

"Oh?" Galen says, sounding hopeful. "Dinner is ready, and then we can -- have each other for dessert?"

[imthepilot]

"Almost. I just need to dish up and heat up a few things." He strokes Galen's cheek. "I'd like that, very much."

"I hope it's not too presumptuous but I cooked a Jedhean traditional meal."

[galen_erso]

"Why should it be presumptious?" Galen says, quietly shaking his head. "I am glad you share that tradition with me. We are one in the Force, Bodhi: - whatever is important to one of us is important to the other."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi ducks his head, blushing warmly, unsure how to answer.

When he does respond, it's a deflection. "I wasn't sure what the traditions were for Lah'mu. And as far as I can tell, Eadu's traditional dish is freeze-dried vegetables boiled indistinguishably yellow."

[galen_erso]

"Lah'mu was just a place where we settled for some time," Galen says. "I am from Grange, and have spent much of my adult life on carious worlds that were never mine as such. I am happz to share your Jedhean traditions."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi draws Galen close and kisses him slowly. "We'll find a world. We're start our own traditions." He gestures to the next room where a low table had been set.

"Why don't you get change into something more relaxed and I'll get everything ready?"

[galen_erso]

Galen nods. "Not a uniform, for once," he says. "That will be the right start towards just being ourselves."

[imthepilot]

"No uniforms." Bodhi nods, kissing him again before heading towards the kitchen. "No Empire. No duty. Just... us."

The table is spread with a Jedhean woven cloth, one of the few things he keeps from home.

[galen_erso]

Galen returns soon as well, wearing a comfortable pair of pants, and a sweater into which a pattern has been knitted in scarlet yarn.

He sits at the table, slouching comfortably; this isn't the first time he sat like this.

"Tell me about the cloth."