the salt air

Luke shifts, making Lando far, far too aware of just how close they are to one another as he twists, his arm bumping against Lando’s. His eyes are serious when he looks at Lando, putting Lando on the spot in a way that also manages to knock him off-balance. In any one else, Lando would call it interest, but this is Luke, who hides such things even when he feels them.

And Lando knows he feels them. He wouldn’t do half the things he does if he didn’t love, didn’t care, didn’t find all those little connections people have with one another and build them up in himself, too. He just hides it better than most. A Jedi thing, maybe. Lando doesn’t think it’s a Luke thing.