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killerofstars (killerofstars) wrote in snapthread,

She wasn't allowed to get mad at him, as he moved on. He let it go. He dropped it. Just as she so pointedly expressed. Starkiller would let her reap what she created. Though where she found the conversation needed for private matters, Galen did not. Regardless if it was because he never knew the concept, or that it was just a simple topic didn't matter. All Galen knew was, they needed to talk about it sooner or later, and Leia seemed to figure that it was going to be VERY much later if ever. So, he let it go and brooded, because frankly - it left him in a sour mood.

Then she came closer and started talking to him about it. Well, not whatever it was, but the lack of talking about it and it needing to be more sensitively talked about. Looking to Leia he nodded slowly. "Yeah. Here. There. Anywhere. There isn't a here that has been suitable for you, so why not here." Galen countered. But then she mentioned needing somewhere quieter.

Galen looked around, and saw in the back of the store. They were little closets, but above the door it was for testing on the limited clothing selection the store had. Mostly ironic shirts. She needed private and quiet? Fine. He'd provide something. Galen took her hand in his and started moving for the back of the store. Picking one of the changing rooms, he used the Force to unlock the door and open it. Galen pushed Leia in, and followed shutting the door behind them. It was small enough to keep them close to each other, but not on top of each other.

"Fine." Starkiller stated. "Private. Quiet." He looked her in the eyes. "Talk."