Who: Leia Organa, Han Solo, and eventually Jaina Solo What: Awkward secrets, awkward meetings, a lot of awkward. When: Monday afternoon Where: New York, then Central Park Warnings: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawkward.
Leia sat in a booth in the back of a restaurant--the same one Han had dragged her to after her arrival on Earth, where they'd had their long conversation about what was going on and what to do from this point. They might as well have this next milestone conversation in the same place.
Leia sighed. She'd been trained too well (albeit with extreme reluctance) by her aunts to fiddle with her braids just because she was nervous, but it was tempting; her hands wanted something to do. She doubted Han would be as worried by what she had to tell him as she was; she only hoped he would respect her concerns rather than dismissing them.
At least Luke was here now. Even if he'd forgiven their father, an idea Leia found incomprehensible, he at least understood why she found the situation so difficult. Perhaps in time she could learn to match his compassion, but she suspected it would take a while. In many ways Luke was a better person than she was.