[ close as she is, it's not hard to pick up on that internal discord. his withdraw doesn't come as much of a surprise, though leia stands there in open confusion anyway, tangled up in a haze of mixed, conflicting signals. what did he want from her? (what did she want from him?)
she loved han -- she still loves han and misses him with every fiber of her being, but he's not here. leia doesn't want him here. he's been through too much, and she's nowhere near being selfish enough to wish for his presence just because she feels incredibly lonely in this place. she hates to think of what this place would to do him, give the opportunity; of what the crimes he'd be accused of would look like. had he been trapped in that horror hotel with them, he likely would've spent it drowning in hot, molten carbonite.
no, she doesn't wat him here. and she doesn't know where she was going with this, either. leia hasn't exactly had time for this sort of thing, and had she not been trapped on the falcon at sublight speeds, taking the slowest boat in the rims to bespin, she likely never would have come around. she'd still be in denial, refusing to acknowledge that she had those kinds of feelings or that she was even capable of them anymore.
realizing that she's attracted to reid is just more evidence towards her not being nearly as damaged as she thinks she is. ]
Don't. If that was crossing a line, then I apologize. But don't leave just because I made you uncomfortable. Surely there are friends of yours here that would appreciate seeing you.