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Luke sat cross legged on the grass, feeling the cool breeze ruffle his hair. Its was nice out and the perfect day to begin his teaching again with Grogu. The child sat opposite of him in the same position but not looking at Luke at all. A smile crept onto Lukes face a Grogu watched a bug crawl onto his brown potato sack of an outfit.
“Alright Grogu, if you want to master the force you must pay attention, ok?” Luke said with a bit of amusement. Grogu grunted and looked at Luke with wide eyes. He looked like a puppy, curious as ever.
“We only have an hour together and I want to make the most of it. I don't think your father would want us to waste it while he's out.” Luke told him. It had been only a few days since Din and Luke came to the agreement to teach Grogu together. Din would live with Luke on coruscant near the jedi temple. Theyd agreed that Luke would get three hours with Grogu every other day, giving din time to take the child on missions or simply spend time with him. Luke though it was cute how much Din loved the child. He could tell that with Din being there for him, Grogu was improving much faster.
For the next thirty minutes Luke teaches Grogu how to call a light saber into your hand. It was a primarily easy skill and was one of the first ones that Luke had learned. Grogu, of course, picked it up faster than anyone Luke had ever seen. Within an half hour he’d gone from getting hit in the head with the empty lightsaber hilt to calling it to his hand perfectly, right side up and all. Luke felt a beam of pride when he saw how his teachings were working out.
“That was amazing Grogu.” Luke beamed after the child had called the saber hilt again, without breaking a sweat. “But can you do it slower? Try to harness the energy of the force bit by bit this time, instead of all in one go. This will help with control.”
Grogu listened intently while his dormant hand played with the grass. He cooed and nodded his head, somehow understanding everything Luke had said. Luke called the saber hilt from Grogu’s stubby hand and into his own. He then placed it onto the rock which they had deemed earlier a good starting point. Luke watched as the child raised his hand and squinted his eyes. The saber hilt shoot a bit before it lifted into the air. This task seemed to be more of a struggle for Grogu as he grunted and brought his other hand out to aid him. The saber hilt slowly floated through the air before Luke heard a rustle in the bushes. Out of instinct Lukes hand brushed over the saber on his belt. Grogu yells something intelligible, and the hilt goes flying. It zipped into the trees until Luke heard a thunk. Sounds like metal, Luke thinks to himself. He hears more rustling and then sees the person disturbing his lesion.
Din Djarin steps through two thick trees, rubbing his helmet and holding an empty lightsaber hilt. Grogu made a sad sound and looked at Luke, asking for forgiveness.
“it's alright Grogu it wasn't your fault.” Luke assured him as he picked him up from the grass.
Din walks over and pats Grogus green head. “Not his fault? He smacked me with a lightsaber.” He teased, but Grogu didn't know that. His eyes widened and his ears turned down. Dins hand pulled away and he cocked his head, his way of showing confusion with the helmet.
Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed the saber hilt from Din’s hand. “It wasn't a light saber; it was just an empty hilt we use for training. And you're the one who scared him.”
Din looked down at Grogu, still in Lukes arms and held his little hand in his for a moment. “You’re right, I'm sorry buddy. I should have known you wouldn't understand sarcasm, being a baby, and all.” he said and took Grogu from Luke. He held him at his side like he always did, and Grogu made a happy noise. Almost like a purr. It pulled at Lukes heart strings a bit. He hadn't noticed the lump forming in his throat. It felt odd seeing such a dynamic. Sure, he’d loved Uncle Owen back on Tatooine, but they were never super close. Sometimes he felt more like an employee than a nephew. Or a son.
“Luke. Did you hear anything I just said.” Din's words pulled him out of his thoughts.
“What?” Luke replied dumbly.
Din cocked his head again. “I was asking if you would like to come with me to put Grogu down for a nap.” He spoke with a little worry in his voice. That in its self worried Luke. He didn't feel comfortable when his worry for others got in the way of his work as a jedi and so he certainly wouldn't like others to worry about him. But Luke couldn't tell Din that. He couldn't tell anyone that, for nobody would truly understand his dilemma. So, he gave Din and Grogu a smile that didn't reach his eyes and declined Din’s invitation.
The next day Luke watched Din take off in a starfighter with Grogu. He'd gotten a lead on a bounty he’d been after for about a week. Bounty hunting sure does take a while, Luke thought to himself. With the jet in the distance, breaking through the atmosphere, Luke was alone in the Jedi temple. He decided to use this time to clear his head. Hed gone to the library and looked into meditations, family ties, Jedi Youngling education, etc...
Nothing made sense to him. He’d done everything right, so why was he still getting that sick pang in his stomach whenever he thought about Din and Grogu. The idea of harm coming to the people he held dear shouldn't have any effect on him if he were to successfully teach the new generation of Jedi. Lukes's book snaped shut as he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. After his beating heart calmed, he took a walk around the corridors of the Jedi temple. Until he reached a set of twin doors at the end of a hallway. It was one of the various guest rooms around the temple.
Long before Luke was born, this place was bustling with people. Jedi from across the galaxy, padawans seeking guidance and even politicians would walk these halls needing a place to sleep. Luke yearned for those times. He wanted so badly to see this temple alive at least once in his lifetime. Now it was just him, Grogu, and a Mandalorian. Both of which have an unhealthy hold on Lukes's heart.
Luke stares at the double door. This is where Din had been staying for the past few days, along with Grogu. Luke wouldn't dare enter, not even when asked. He felt that him walking into such a private place would open a door that he couldn't close. Some kind of relationship that would make him act irrational. He’s had that happen before with Vader, and he wouldn't let that happen again.
Luke has known the story of his mother and father for a while now, yet every time thoughts of the dark side creep into his mind, they’re accompanied by thoughts of his father and mother, then thoughts of Vader flood his mind and shake his being to the core.
So, if Luke is meant to spend his life rebuilding the Jedi order and be the best Jedi master he could be, then why does he still crave the gentle touch of a lover or the soft smile of his sister. Sometimes even the haughty laugh of Han echoes in his mind when he's going over his lessons with Grogu.
The sun was slowly heading down the horizon by the time Din and Grogu got back. Luke watched from the courtyard as the two stepped out of the starfighter. Grogu waddled behind Din with a new toy in hand. From where Luke stood it looked like a small doll made of straw. Din saw Luke standing at the temples entrance and waved. Luke tried not to notice the way his pace quickened, or the slight scratches on his beskar armor.
“I thought you would be up in that temple meditating or something.” Din said, probley smirking under his helmet. Grogu caught up to them and, using the force, literally flew into Din’s arms.
Luke gave the child a smile and welcomed them back into the temple. “You could say I got a little sidetracked.” He said as he led the two back to their room.
“How does a Jedi like yourself get sidetracked? Isn't concentration an important part of jedi-isim?” Din asked.
“Yes, it is and I plan to fix it.” Luke said, finalizing whatever debate was happening in his head. They reached the double doors in silence.
Luke started. “you two should get some sleep, especially Grogu. I've got a long day planned for tomorrow and I don't want him dozing off.” Grogu cooed and let out a tiny yawn. Din nodded but didn't go inside the room. Luke stared, uncertain of what to do.
“So, you should probably put him to bed now.” Luke continued. He fidgeted with the hem of his cloak, feeling uncomfortable under the Mandalorian’s gaze.
“Why don’t you come inside?” Din asked with a hand pushing one of the doors open. “Grogu’s been having some trouble sleeping and I thought you could do some Jedi trick or something.”
Luke scoffed at that. “You want me to use the force to put your baby to sleep?” He asked with a dumfounded smile. Din shrugged his shoulders as much as he could in the armor and opened the door a little wider. Luke didn't even want to peek at the room, he knew if he did he’d throw caution to the wind and do something he might regret. So why is it that with all this knowledge about the dark side and his personal gripe with it, he still stepped through the door and into Din Djarin’s room.
It was the same as the day he’d given it to the two, all except for a few folded clothes in the corner, and a crib set up next to the king-sized bed.
“You know there's a closet, right? To put cloths in?” Luke asked as he gestured to the tattered clothes on the floor.
Din set Grogu in the crib. “Yeah, but then I'd have to go looking. This way I see everything I need when I need it.” He said as he tried taking the straw doll from Grogu, who whined and praticaly growled at him. He left the doll and turned to Luke.
“I don't want him to get used to sleeping with toys. It makes it hard to get him to sleep when he doesn't have one.” Din said, tiredness seeping into his voice.
“Here, let me try.” Luke said, walking over to the crib. He bent down and gently took hold of the toy. Grogu pulled it back and grunted, but Luke was patient. He waited until Grogu stopped pulling to distract him with a pet to his head, then... snatch! Luke held up the doll with a grin on his face. He looked over at Din who was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.
“No Jedi mind tricks needed.” Luke said as he handed Din the doll.
Din placed it on the small table by the window. Lukes's smile had faded and he watched Din from where he stood near the cradle.
“it's getting late Din, you should get some rest too.” Luke said, wanting to bolt out the door.
Din noticed how Lukes eyes couldn't stay away from the door and tried to get closer to Luke without him noticing. The Jedi, of course, did notice.
“I have something for you. I thought since you've done so much for us that I could at least give you something small. Grogu helped pick it out.” Din whispered, trying not to wake the child. It all felt so naked and exposed in the quiet room. Now that Grogu was asleep it was just the two of them, which made Lukes stomach churn and that lump in his throat formed again. From a pocket on his belt, he pulled out a green pendent that hung from a thick, leather string. It looked like some kind of crystal that was smoothed and carved into. Elaborate shapes were carved into the center and the outside was painted in gold. Luke gasped as he inspected the necklace.
“How much was this?” Was all Luke could muster the courage to say. Probably not the best choice of words. Din’s shoulders tensed which made Lukes heart falter.
Din said "A few hundred credits, but-”
“A few hundred?!” Luke cut him off, no longer whispering. They paused as Grogu stirred in his sleep, then continued. “Din-” his name felt weird on Lukes's tongue. “why would you spend so much on something like this?” Why would you spend so much on me? went unsaid but understood by both.
“Because we- I thought you deserved it. You gave us a place to stay and have helped the kid ever since we got here. It's called a thank you.” He tried placing the pendent into Lukes hands but he blonde pulled away. This was all too much for Luke right now. His heart felt as if it was going to jump out of his chest. He wanted to take it, he wanted to hug Din or tell him how much he means to him or maybe even- Luke pulls away from Din and tries to stop his racing thoughts.
He took a breath through his nose and out his mouth. With the breath, went the thoughts of Din.
“You’re welcome, Din Djarin, I appreciate the gesture, I really do. But I can't take this.” Luke said in his most professional Jedi voice. The one he’d use with all those public officials at the banquets Leia had to host. Din stared at him through the helmet, confused at the formality of his full name. Luke gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes and heads to the door.
“Is that how all jedi respond to a gift, or is that just a you thing?” Din asks from the other side of the room, still holding the pendent. He wasn't unkind about it. He seemed generally curious. Luke forced himself not to look back as he stepped out the doors and left the room.
The next two weeks were a blur. Luke had opted to just avoid Din as much as he could. He still gave Grogu his lesions but not to his fullest extent. As much as he cared for the kid, he was getting tired of this routine. To be fair, it was mostly exhaustion from trying so hard to not care about him. Luke found himself thinking more and more about Din. Hed wonder what he was doing or if he was ok when he was off planet for more than a day. All this wondering made it hard to plan lesions for Grogu.
Luke sat in the library of the Jedi temple with a scrawl sprawled out onto a table. It was a collection of stories regarding emotional attachments and their relation to the dark side. Every word he read made his stomach churn. Luke read and felt his brows knit together in frustration. How could he let this happen? How could he allow those two to sneak their way into his life and carve a home into his heart? Luke groaned and put his head in his hands. It was past midnight and Din hadn't gotten back from his mission yet. Luke had tried putting Grogu to sleep but without Dins presence the child was relentless. Luke felt worry radiating off the child.
Luke looked up from his hands and saw Grogu floating in the air across the table, in his sphere. The child played with the metal ball he’d had since Luke met him, the straw doll long forgotten.
“What am I going to do Grogu?” He asked, expecting no reply. “I know I need to get over these feelings and just be your teacher, but I can't. Every time I think about him or you, I can't help but feel like I need to see you two. I get this feeling that I'm missing something when you leave.” Lukes throat cracks as tears start to well in his eyes. “I feel so alone, Grogu.” He sobbed.
The child watched the ordeal with a hint of understanding. He cocked his head and let out a soft hum. Luke knew Grogu understood the loneliness, just not the words he spoke. Out of the few Jedi left in the world, Grogu was who understood him the most it seemed. Luke got up and patted his green head and headed to Din’s room with Grogu following in his spere. Luke had gotten more comfortable in the room ever since Din left. That was two days ago, and Luke had gone in there every night to put Grogu to sleep, with little success that is.
Luke opened the double doors with a flick of his wrist and set Grogu in his crib. He cooed and held onto Luke’s finger before grabbing ahold of his metal ball again. Luke let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. He grabbed the ball, waited and snatch! Grogu whined as Luke held up the ball. He made small grabby hands towards it that Luke ignored.
“you're really good with him.” Said a scratchy voice.
Lukes's hand shot to the lightsaber on his belt, and he zipped around to face the door. His heart didn't stop pounding when he realized that it was just Din and not an intruder. Lukes's hand slipped away from his belt and onto his side as he took in the Mandalorian. His helmet was slightly dented on the side with a long scratch going from one side to the other. Some of his beskar plating was removed and nowhere to be seen along with his blaster. Luke hated how his heart sunk.
“What in the world happened to you? How did your armor get damaged like that?” He asked as he walked towards Din, worry apparent on his face. Din let out a pained sigh and crumpled onto the bed. In a flash, Luke dropped Grogu’s ball and he was at Din’s side. Using only an ounce of the force, he pushed din onto his back and put the pillow under his helmet. The heaved out a breath, putting his gloved hand against Lukes chest in an attempt to push him away. It wasn't lost Luke how he had considered taking that as an opportunity to leave. To be done with these feelings altogether. But Luke couldn't do that. His role was the Jedi Night, and right now he had to protect someone in need. Whether he truly loved the person or not.
He grazed a particularly dark stain on the flight suit that was once covered by pristine beskar amour. It was right on his abdomen and looked like a stab wound. It was still bleeding so it couldn't have been a light saber. Lukes grateful for that fact. Din pushes at his chest again, with less force this time.
“Hey, it's ok, I'm fine.” He practically wheezed out. “Just grab the first aid kit from my bag and give it to me.” He said, regaining his breath. Luke shook his head and placed his hand gently ove tthe wond.
“No, the wound is too deep, I can sense it. You need stitches.” Luke said, too softly for his liking. He tried to ignore the way Dins eyes bore through the helmet and stared at him. As if he were trying to take note of, and remember every fiber of Lukes being.
“unless you can do some jedi healing trick like Grogu can, ill stich it up myself.” Din huffed as he sat up and pushed himself off the bed. He stalled for a moment to steady his shaking legs before walking over to his bag, which was laying on the floor by the two doors. Luke followed and grabbed his shoulders with a gentle touch he didn't know he had.
“Grogu can heal?” luke asked eagerly, with a proud smile on his face. Din grabbed the first aid kit and turned around to stare at Luke, silently asking how the converastion had steered from him actively bleeding out to Luke having a proud teacher moment. Lukes's smile faltered slightly and he snatched the kit from Din.
“Go lay on the bed. I'll help with your wounds whether you want me to or not.” Luke said, hoping it would be the final word. Din heaved as Luke pulled him up from the floor and onto the bed. Just like before, he’d used a little of the force to set him down comfortably. Luke looked down and sized up the wound. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out a rag and a small vile. He set them aside and began to rip the fabric around the wound before Din grabbed ahold of his shaking hand.
“Hold on. I don't have many if these.” He rasped. Luke couldn't bring himself to speak as he sat on Din’s bed. All he could do was nod his head and watch as Din removed his remaining beskar amour plates and unzipped the back of his flight suit. He pulled it down and it slipped off his shoulders, pooling around his waist. Luke held his breath as he took in the sight. Din was tanned and utterly gorgeous under the suit. Scars covered most of his chest along with dark brown hair that gleamed with sweat. Lukes's mouth was agape before he could even register what he was feeling. His cheeks burned and he shut his jaw with a snap. Thank the stars for the dimmed light, or else Din would have absolutely noticed the shade of red overtaking Lukes's face.
He cleared his throat. “Din Djarin, I'm just going to-” Luke was interrupted before he could finish.
“Luke, just call me Din. It's not like this is our first meeting.” Din said. He was sitting up more, which peeved Luke. He wanted to push him back onto the cushions, or simply have him lean back more. It would give him a lot more room to work with. But, also, Luke wanted to touch him; he wanted to lean him down onto the bed himself. But, of course, he would never do that.
“Ok, Din.” The name still felt weird on his tongue. “I'm just going to numb-” Luke began before being interrupted by Din once again.
“You really can't do some Jedi healing trick?” He asked, sounding surprised.
Luke inhaled through his nose, a prick of embarrassment bubbling up. “No, I can't. Well, I mean I could, but I haven't begun teaching it to myself. Using the force to heal is a difficult skill to master, especially when you're doing it alone.” Luke murmured, just loud enough for Din to hear. Din perked up and made a small noise as if he was about to say something but opted not to. Maybe he was going to say something about Grogu already picking it up. Good choice, Mando.
Luke poured some liquid out of the vile onto the rag and begun dabbing it onto the wound. Din hissed and writhed in place. Lukes's hand inched up to his bare chest and gently led him down onto the bed. He'll be mad at himself for that later, right now he needed more space. After about a five minutes of dabbing the rag over the wound, Din’s pain began to subside. Not completely, but just enough to make him stop gritting his teeth every time the rag came into contact with his open skin.
Another couple minuets go by in silence. Luke worked on closing the wound with methodically placed stitches while Din’s breathing slowed down. Luke thought for a moment that he might be sleeping. That is until Luke finished the last stich and Din spoke up.
“Why didn't you take the pendent?” He asked, as if he were about to fall asleep.
Luke thought about it for a split second before answering. “I'm a Jedi. Things that tether us to the world only bring on ager and confusion. It's a door to the dark side.” He replied.
“Really? Owning a necklace would make you the same as those guys in the empire?” Din asked, sounding more awake.
“I never said the same. But they do have correlating factors involved.” Luke tried to steer the conversation away from the necklace, for it was never about that. Din looked as if he might've caught onto that.
“I don't believe you.” Din grunted out as he sat up. He waved away Lukes silent demand that he lay back down and continued. “What aren't you telling me? I come into the room, and you've got tear stains on your cheeks, your eyes are puffy and about ten minutes ago your cheeks looked redder than a tomato” he states, looking straight into Lukes wide eyes.
Luke starts. “how did you-”
“You thought a guy who wears a helmet all the time didint have any tricks of his own.” Din said, stupid pride lacing his voice.
Luke scoffed. “You interrupt a lot.” He said, trying to fight the dark cloud looming over his heart. He should get out of here before he does something he’d regret. But dose Luke ever listen to his brain? Not he dose not. So, he stupidly stays there, sitting on Din’s bed, hoping to maybe get an ounce of what he can't have. What he’ll never have if he wants to be a successful Jedi. Luke stares at Din, waiting for the all clear. The sign that he needed to get out, that whatever he felt wasn't even reciprocated. But it never came. Infact, Din only inched closer to him on the bed.
Din haltingly set his hand on Lukes's cheek. The Jedi’s heart fluttered and sent sirens off in his head at the same time.
“What aren't you telling me Luke?” He murmured as he wiped a tear off of his face. Oh, he was crying. Luke hadn't noticed. His breath picked up and he pulled away. He walked over to the crib, his brows knit together in frustration.
“I already told you, I can't be tethered to anything emotionally.” Luke muttered, not taking his eyes off Grogu. He heard the bed groan, then the slight patter of footsteps. Din was always so quiet when he walked. Luke stiffened as he felt two broad hands rub up his arms, then falter and withdrawal.
“Sorry” Din whispered and stepped away to stand next to Luke instead of behind.
“Luke, is that really what's been stopping you this whole time?” Din asked, trying to catch Lukes gaze.
Luke wiped away a stray tear and centered himself. “You wouldn't understand. I've seen what these emotional bonds can do, and it's horrible. Love can be truly beautiful on its own, but when paired with fear, it can be disastrous. Once you join the Jedi order, you have to give up all your personal relationships. It's for the best.” Luke finished and met Din’s gaze for a moment. “The only person in this temple who would ever understand these feelings I have is Grogu.”
Din nodded. “As much as I appreciate your wisdom, I don't think Grogu knows much about letting go of personal attachments.” In the crib, Grogu snored away and did small grabby hands in his sleep. The same ones he does when he wants a toy. Luke should probably look for that ball before Grogu wakes up. Luke lets out a week laugh and stands to face Din.
His eyes started to water again. “You’re right, he doesn't understand that, because he's a baby. But what he does understand is the loneliness that comes with being one of the last few jedi in the Galaxy. He may still be a youngling, but he was there before the attack. Before the empire, before-” My father hung in the air.
Din listened and took in every word Luke spat at him. “You say all this but you're forgetting one crucial detail.” Din begun. Luke stared at him with wide eyes and slowly gestured for him to continue.
“You already have strong emotional bonds.” Din said as he stepped a little closer. “You love your sister and that solo guy. You love Grogu and, I know you don't want to admit it, you may even like me a little too.”
Luke wanted to hit him in that moment, but he wouldn't. One, because of his injuries and two, because he cared about him too much. Luke let out a sob and curled up into his own arms.
“That’s the problem.” Luke uttered through sobs. He felt naked in that moment, more then before. Luke felt the feelings rising up and hitting their peak. He felt like he was going to explode. Or kill Din. Whichever came first.
“I know I have them, I know. And I love you all so much, but I shouldn't. I can feel the anger and fear in the back of my head, screaming at me whenever something happens to any of you.” Luke sobbed as quietly as he could, so as not to wake Grogu. His shoulders shook as he let it out. Luke began pouring it all out, and he couldn't stop until there was nothing left to empty.
“When I saw you at the door, I felt angry. I wanted to find whoever did this to you and make them pay. Imagine if I had seen the assailant. I don't know what I'd have done, and I don't like that I don't know.” Luke s eyes roamed over the scars that covered Din’s chest. He didn't want to know how many battle those are from, but at the same time he did.
Din carefully brought his hand up to rest on Lukes's shoulder. Surprisingly, Luke didn't shrug it off. The hand grounded him and brought him back to reality. Hed been so stuck inside his head venting he’d totally forgotten that they were both standing Infront of a crib, in Dins room where only one of them wore a shirt.
“Do you really think every Jedi was perfect? Or had some kind of will to not love. Some might have, but I doubt the human Jedi could. Trust me, I know what it's like to put your heart before your beliefs.” Din said as his thumb comfortingly rubbed Lukes shoulder. Luke leaned into the touch and opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.
Din continued. “I had willingly taken my helmet off Infront of Grogu, and everyone in that room. I know to a non-Mandalorian that may not seem like a big deal, but it was. I felt like I was taking a sacred part of me and just... crushing it. But I don't regret it. I might've been foolish, but I needed to see the kids face with my own eyes at least once. I thought I'd never see him again. If this rule is giving you so much grief, why not bend it a little?”
I can't just bend the rules of the Jedi to my liking. This is a sacred culture and there's a reason for every teaching and regulation. I can't do what you’re asking me Din.” Luke said. The name felt a little better on his tongue this time. Not so harsh and awkward. Dins other hand came up and held Lukes other shoulder. It slid down his arm until he reached Lukes organic hand. Din held it in a tight grip, not allowing Luke to wiggle out of this.
“But you can change them. Whose stopping you? Maybe if this rule can't be fulfilled, then you should teach the next generation to work with their feelings and not against them.” Din said.
Lukes tears dried on his cheeks and he cleared his throat. “So, what should I do then? Accept that it's impossible to be the perfect Jedi? Because it's not, you know.”
“I just want you to know you don't have to be alone.” Din murmured. He laced his fingers into lukes and stepped closer. Maybe he was right, Luke thought. What if his father had been taught to channel his love for Lukes's mother into something good. What if Anakan just had someone to talk to? What could've changed?
“You could try to let people love you.” Din said as he pulled Luke closer. Luke sniffled and let out a small laugh. He smiled and leaned into him, hoping that Din was right.
“There is no try, there is only do.” Luke said, no longer repressing the smile that went from ear to ear. He swung his free hand over Din’s shoulder, pulling him into a loose hug, careful of his wound. “Thank you.” He whispered.
In the crib, Grogu woke up and let out a yawn. His eyes lit up and he flailed his little arms around when he saw his father. Luke chucked and broke away from the embrace to allow Din to pick the child up. He held him in his arms and faced Luke, whose heart swelled with pride. He cared about the two a lot, and he wasn't afraid to show it. Maybe he was wrong about this, but he won't know until he does it. So, Luke led Din to the bed and the two sat in the sheets with Grogu until he fell asleep again, in Lukes arms.