[ He slows down when she takes this from a dance to a hug, arms circling around her shoulders instead and for a moment everything feels pretty great. It's no big secret that he likes her, not just because she's Leia but perhaps even more so because she's... Leia. Getting to know her has been better than any prepubescent fantasy he ever had. She's here and real and warm and he has his arms around her and the scent of her hair in his lungs.
Of course, few things last longer than a moment. It wasn't that long since Maeve died, even more recent since whatever he and Kitty had left finally fizzled and died. What is he doing here? Who is he kidding? Leia's great but he can't get close to anyone without bringing pain and death with him and he realizes with a swift, nauseating sensation that he can't stay here. He shouldn't have come in the first place.