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‘And one for your partner?’ the bartender asked, flicking a glance at Maul.
Rex wrinkled his nose and replied, ‘We’re not together, but he’ll have a Tatooine Sunset.’
The bartender glanced pointedly at Rex’s head leaning on Maul’s shoulder and their entangled hands, then started mixing the drinks. Maul huffed against Rex’s hair, in mock offence at the choice of drink. Rex ignored him, knowing exactly how sweet his sweet tooth was. He headbutted Maul’s shoulder and snuggled into his friend’s shoulder. They didn’t need the rest of the world to understand: they knew what they were to each other.