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When Boba awoke, he didn’t recognize his surroundings. His vision was blurry, and he felt sick. He almost didn’t notice the deep, mechanical breathing at his side.
“Boba?” Vader said, bringing one gloved hand to Boba’s cheek.
“…What happened?” Boba asked, leaning into the touch.
“You were injured. I brought you back to my ship. How are you feeling?”
Boba shifted, wincing when the pain in his side flared. “Like I got trampled by a bantha.”
Vader sighed. “I should have noticed you were hurt sooner.”
“I’ll be fine.” Boba paused, then asked, hesitantly, “Stay with me?”
“Of course, love.”