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The battle was over, they had won. Mos Espa was safe again.
Boba was to get back to his Palace. Him to be sitting there, on his throne and play the part of the Daimyo for his underlings.
While Din, well, Din, had Grogu now. But, no throne despite the Dark Sabre. Din Djarin was a man without minions, without, well, a home to call his own.
As if sensing this dilemma in the other Mandalorian, and yes, Boba was very much that still a Mandalorian no matter what he himself and Bo-Katan had claimed to not to be. They were all bound by the same creed no matter their origins after all.
But, they had fought so well together, Din and Boba. The two sworn to stick together to the very end.
True, they had survived the harsh ordeal and were the better for it.
Alas, standing side by side right now the two of them were, as if it was meant to be. Din and Boba, Boba and Din.
“So, guess this is goodbye. At least for now.” Din was reluctant to leave though for some reason. Dragging his feet. Besides, Grogu had made friends with the beastie, Grogu and the Rancor sleeping snuggly together still.
“You wanna tell him that?” Boba chuckled, pointing at the sleeping duo lying on the ground right next to each other. Not a comfy place true, but the two apparently made due.
“Well…”
“So, stay.”
“I… guess I could.”
“Good, let’s go and get you all settled then.”
Boba motioned for the others. The Rancor handler having arrived and taking the beastie back to the Palace while Din grabbed Grogu, carrying the sleepy Kid with him as they walked.
*
Din and Boba were sitting comfortably in the parlour.
The others having gone to sleep some tome ago and yet Boba and Din did not seem to be able to do just that. Neither wanting to leave the other’s comfortable company.
The unspoken bond between them somehow having grown even further since, well, everything really. It felt good and natural.
“So, guess we should get some sleep.”
“What’s the hurry, Din. We don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow.”
No agenda’s to follow with the Mos at peace and Boba having given his minions the day off.
“Yeah, well…”
Din was at a loss of words. Something inside of him unsettled, unnerving perhaps. Having become the norm whenever he was in the presence of Boba.
“Have another eh?”
Boba reached for the bottle, giving them both a hefty pouring.
“Thanks!”
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
The drank some, before the silence fell once again. Something seemingly nagging them both.
“I um…”
“Yeah, it’s late.”
Din stumbled up, having perhaps had a few more than usual, the fatigue getting to him as well.
Boba managed to grab ahold of him before Din fell to the floor. Boba’s steady arms holding Din up.
“I’m… um, sorry.”
“No worries. We’ve all been there.”
Boba smiled, Din smirked.
They stood there for a long spell, staring at each other, Boba’s hands on Din’s arms still.
Without a fair warning, Boba drew Din in, their lips meeting. A soft kiss shared.
It felt familiar, right.
Breaking off, Boba pressed his forehead on Din’s.
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. It felt… good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, I have been wondering… for a while now…”
Before Din could finish his thought, he had been drawn in for another kiss. Which was so much more than the first one had been. No need to be wondering any more.