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The neon spectrum of hyperspace flows past the viewport of the Crest as he holds you in his arms. A gloveless hand intertwines into your hair, caressing the soft strands. It was one of those rare occasions where there wasn't any need to rush. No urgent bounty to collect, no dire mission to attend to, just the two of you enjoying the moment. Din allows himself to relish in that.
His other hand moves to ghost along your arm, and you sigh into his chest. Oh, he’s such a goner. A smile lights up his face as he continues to tenderly card his fingers through your hair. Yes, he could spend forever tangled up in you.