“As much...” Siri’s voice faltered, and she swallowed, trying again. “As much or as little as you want.” It was entirely his choice. She didn’t want any at all. The thought of it hurt, a physical sort of ache in her chest that only threatened to get worse. But if he wanted it... he would have it. She could at least give him that. She had never been more thankful for what Anakin had taught her as she was in that moment. Because if he wanted space... she would need to use it.
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