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Vader had been reading from his datapad for several minutes now, but he seemed to just be rereading the same few paragraphs over and over.
“Something wrong, Vad’ika?” Boba asked.
“No.” Vader replied too quickly.
Boba rolled his eyes. “So you aren’t having trouble reading?”
Vader stiffened. “It’s… difficult to read through this mask sometimes.”
“Need help?”
A mechanical scoff. “I don’t need to be read to like a child.”
“But what if I wanted to read to you?”
Vader paused. “It’s just boring ship reports.”
Boba gently took the datapad from Vader’s hands with a shrug. “I don’t mind.”