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From the very first time that Din saw Luke wearing the sweater, he hated it.
It was black, with stars in various colors of pink sprinkled on it, and it absolutely swamped Luke.
The very first time that he saw Luke wearing it, Luke’s nose was red and he was cuddling a cup of hot cocoa on his couch, blanket thrown over his knees and fingerless gloves on his hands. His feet stuck out from the bottom of the blanket, the toes wiggling in the fuzzy Halloween socks he was wearing.
There was snow visible in the window behind him, drifting lazily down from the grey sky and there was something fragile in the smile that he gave Din that day.
Din figured that a boyfriend had given Luke the sweater as it was obviously too big, but they weren’t even good friends yet, so Din couldn’t just ask.
Leia would later tell him about Biggs, and Din would feel like a heel.
The second time that he saw Luke wear the sweater, he knew that there wasn’t a boyfriend, but he still couldn’t explain how the sweater would twist his insides.
Luke had met Din in the park, eyes a little overbright as he drew close, a green messenger bag thrown over his shoulder.
Luke’s eyes seemed to spill as he rushed the last little bit to collide with Din, throwing his arms around the other and holding on for dear life as the sobs racked his body.
This was the day that Luke himself told him about Biggs, face pressed into Din as the other just held him through it.
The next time Din saw the sweater, Din was the boyfriend, and was quick to bundle Luke up on the couch, plying him with hot chocolate and letting him put Chasing Cars on repeat.
He kept passing by the couch to replace Luke’s cocoa or tea, and stroking his hair.
Once his chores were all done, he settled on the couch with Luke, just holding him through the sadness that encased him like a cloud.
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As time wore on, he saw the sweater less and less, but he still hated when he saw the sweater come out. It was just for a different reason than it was in the beginning.