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Din sighs and leans the back of his head heavily against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment now that they're in hyperspace. It has been a good week, bounty-wise – he won’t have to worry about feeding the kid with expired rations or questionable amphibians for a while – but now he is utterly exhausted.
“Buu?” There’s a rustling sound from underneath the console. Din hadn’t even realized that Grogu had crawled in there.
“Whatcha want, buddy?”
Grogu lifts up his arms for uppies, and as soon as Din has moved far enough away from the console for Grogu to fit, he launches himself up onto Din’s lap. “Patuu!”
"Hm? What's up, Grogu?"
Grogu's pudgy hand reaches up and pats Din's cheek, big dark eyes looking at him with a worried expression.
"I'm alright, kid, just tired. You don't have to comfort me."
Grogu makes a sound Din files somewhere between indignation and disbelief, and before he can keep reassuring the kid that he is fine, really, Grogu whacks his head against Din's chest.
"Wha- oh." Obligingly, Din bends down so Grogu can - more gently now - lean his forehead against Din's helmet.
"Patuub."
"Yeah, buddy. I'm glad you're here, too."