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7 ABY
Gat was bored.
They were between jobs and the Freebird 2 still seemed far too big for just himself and the diminutive mechanic who'd had to step up to the role of copilot since Se-
'No. You promised no thoughts of that person for at least an hour remember?'
Gat cursed his inner voice, it was starting to sass him just like - "Distractions. That's what I need now." Gat clapped his hands together and looked around his quarters desperately searching for a suitable distraction.
There was a reminder scrawled on the mirror in lipstick, Gat blushed as he remembered being drunk and raiding her room for something to write with before he forgot. He had been surprised to see the small stash of cosmetics, it had really hammered home that she wasn't necessarily a kid any more.
"Ring the Doc."
'Well now was probably as good a time as any.'
Gat's blunt digits hovered for a moment, momentarily indecisive before punching in the Doc's details. There was a moment of static and garbled noise before someone picked up at the other end. Gat caught the tail end of what they were saying and the cheery greeting died in his throat.
"You!"