you can take the boy out

“He’s outside,” Han says, biting back a sigh. “Communing with nature.”

Leia frowns. “He’s what?” “I dunno, maybe it’s a Jedi thing.” Han waves a hand. “I caught him sitting out by that waterfall a couple times, just staring at the river. I didn’t ask.” -----

Luke destroyed the Death Star and saved the day, and Wedge stood in the crowd and watched him get a medal of commendation and wondered what that must feel like. Luke grinned and bounced on his heels while Wedge gnawed on the inside of his cheek, tasting copper and bile and thinking of dead friends, of the shudder of the laser cannons impacting his engine — the red warning lights that flashed across his cockpit and the screech of his astromech and Luke demanding he get clear.

-----In which what was meant to be a silly fic about Luke's farmboy water obsession turned into a story about grief, mourning, culture shock and friendship.