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"Han, don't be an idiot!" Luke snapped. Regret flooded him immediately. He felt the way the words stung Han, the flash of betrayal that lanced through him.
Han exhaled noisily, but didn’t respond in kind.
"Alright." he said with a nod. He looked to Leia, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it without a word. He turned and left the main hold.
Leia said nothing, ever the stoic politician. Though her opinion was undisguised in the Force. Too far.
Luke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Blast it!"
“Apologize,” Leia urged.
She was right, of course she was right. They needed to be united now, not needling at each other’s insecurities.
Luke took a steadying breath, and headed to the cockpit.
“Han.”
Han didn’t respond, but Luke could sense some tension leaving him.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know the stakes are high. But we’re on the same side here, kid.” Han’s words were laced with defensiveness.
“This plan is dangerous…” Luke swallowed, leaving the rest unsaid.
“I know the risks, Luke.” Han’s tone softened on Luke’s name. “This is our only option.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have—“
“Called me an idiot?” Han huffed out a laugh. “I’ve been called worse.”