There was a lot of a lot of things that would have been fairer or even better than what they had happening in the now. She was worried about him giving her space? SPACE? He had done nothing but give her space, because she asked, Barbara suggested, and he had listened. Frankly, Galen was tired of just being in limbo. In this place where he was or was not important enough to her. Starkiller just really needed to know now, and her reluctance just fueled wanting answers.
Being in such a tight quarters, and Galen essentially blocking the only exit, not exactly his truest intention, but reality. "It's never what you meant, but you never take the time." Galen challenged. "You have had all the time to decide, or to make it important." Starkiller leaned toward her. His voice not raising, above a dull whisper. "BUT, you didn't make it important for weeks." He sighed. "I'M making it important. You're important to me, and I need to know. I deserve to know, because this," His finger pointed back and forth between them again. "Is supposed to be a two way street." Thanks for the help Babs.
"So what is it, Leia?" Galen whispered. "Am I important or not?"