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This is not an excerpt from Home Out In The Wind but it is in the same continuity. Somewhere.
Of all the characters to fall in love with, I guess I’m super into Kes Dameron.
Kes must have caught Han’s unguarded look, because he laughed a little self-consciously and pulled a chair up next to Han’s. “I love that kid,” he said. “It was really hard being away from him in all the fighting, for so long.”
“I bet,” Han said. He chewed on his lip a moment. “I’m, ah, I’m not real good with kids, I’ll try not to screw up or anything but I don’t really know what to do with ‘em.”
Kes laughed, and shrugged. “They’re just people,” he said. “Real short people who don’t know manners yet. There’s nothin’ to it.”
“Did you always want kids?” Han asked. He had personally never considered it before this moment. He had never had a friend who was a parent before. Not that they’d ever talked about, anyway. He’d never imagined Kes’s face could make those kinds of expressions, like it had looking at that little boy. It was pretty foreign to his experience.
Kes laughed, and retrieved his beer bottle to take a drink from it. “Kinda,” he said. “But if you’re asking, no, I hadn’t really planned on it at this juncture. I mean, we knew there was gonna be a war or something, it was kind of not great timing.”
“Oh,” Han said, considering that with some alarm. “Oh. You mean–”
“Yeah,” Kes said, “Poe was kind of an accident.” He laughed. “It’s funny now, because of course we’re so happy he exists, and we love him so much. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and my only regret is I’ve had to miss out on so much time with him.”
Han was unsettled on many levels, not least that he was not accustomed to really tough guys, like Kes absolutely was (Han had watched him kill a Stormtrooper by yanking the man’s helmet off and beating his skull in with a wrench), talking so unabashedly about feelings, but secondly because he hadn’t really realized you could have a baby by accident, he’d kind of thought there was planning that went into it.
He knew how it worked, he’d watched some holos, some more educational and less interesting than others and some really informative but not explicitly educational, and he’d been taught all kinds of things by all kinds of people, but they hadn’t usually directly concerned reproduction itself, more the– practices that went along with it.
Kes’s expression had shifted, and he was watching Han speculatively as Han took another drink to cover his discomfiture. “Don’t tell him, though,” Han said finally, “you don’t wanna give him a complex.”
Kes laughed again, really amused. “Oh,” he said. “I tell him every day how glad I am to have him in my life.” He was still eyeing Han like he was getting some kind of idea about something. “You ever want kids?”
“No,” Han said. “Hard enough to keep myself alive.”
[…] Kes fidgeted with the label on his bottle. “So I mean. I met Shara and she was the one who decided she was going to take me home and do what she wanted with me. And I was thinkin’ to myself, you know, not a lot of real coherent thoughts. Like you do. I bet you know this. Strong woman like that, it’s all you can do to keep up and just do your best to give her what she wants so she keeps you around. Yeah?”
“Pretty much,” Han said, amused and kind of relieved they were talking about sex and not families. He could talk about sex.
“Only problem with a real strong woman is that you kinda get in the habit of not questioning her,” Kes said. “Because, like. I know where babies come from. And I know how to make sure I didn’t make one by accident. But I just sort of, y’know. I assumed she was on top of that, since she had taken charge of just about everything. So I didn’t think to ask until it was kind of too late.”
Han was now the opposite of relieved. “Huh,” he said thoughtfully, at a loss for anything else to say. Because he’d had pretty much the exact same thought process.
“That’s what I thought,” Kes said.
This is not an excerpt from Home Out In The Wind but it is in the same continuity. Somewhere.
Of all the characters to fall in love with, I guess I’m super into Kes Dameron.
Kes must have caught Han’s unguarded look, because he laughed a little self-consciously and pulled a chair up next to Han’s. “I love that kid,” he said. “It was really hard being away from him in all the fighting, for so long.”
“I bet,” Han said. He chewed on his lip a moment. “I’m, ah, I’m not real good with kids, I’ll try not to screw up or anything but I don’t really know what to do with ‘em.”
Kes laughed, and shrugged. “They’re just people,” he said. “Real short people who don’t know manners yet. There’s nothin’ to it.”
“Did you always want kids?” Han asked. He had personally never considered it before this moment. He had never had a friend who was a parent before. Not that they’d ever talked about, anyway. He’d never imagined Kes’s face could make those kinds of expressions, like it had looking at that little boy. It was pretty foreign to his experience.
Kes laughed, and retrieved his beer bottle to take a drink from it. “Kinda,” he said. “But if you’re asking, no, I hadn’t really planned on it at this juncture. I mean, we knew there was gonna be a war or something, it was kind of not great timing.”
“Oh,” Han said, considering that with some alarm. “Oh. You mean–”
“Yeah,” Kes said, “Poe was kind of an accident.” He laughed. “It’s funny now, because of course we’re so happy he exists, and we love him so much. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and my only regret is I’ve had to miss out on so much time with him.”
Han was unsettled on many levels, not least that he was not accustomed to really tough guys, like Kes absolutely was (Han had watched him kill a Stormtrooper by yanking the man’s helmet off and beating his skull in with a wrench), talking so unabashedly about feelings, but secondly because he hadn’t really realized you could have a baby by accident, he’d kind of thought there was planning that went into it.
He knew how it worked, he’d watched some holos, some more educational and less interesting than others and some really informative but not explicitly educational, and he’d been taught all kinds of things by all kinds of people, but they hadn’t usually directly concerned reproduction itself, more the– practices that went along with it.
Kes’s expression had shifted, and he was watching Han speculatively as Han took another drink to cover his discomfiture. “Don’t tell him, though,” Han said finally, “you don’t wanna give him a complex.”
Kes laughed again, really amused. “Oh,” he said. “I tell him every day how glad I am to have him in my life.” He was still eyeing Han like he was getting some kind of idea about something. “You ever want kids?”
“No,” Han said. “Hard enough to keep myself alive.”
[…] Kes fidgeted with the label on his bottle. “So I mean. I met Shara and she was the one who decided she was going to take me home and do what she wanted with me. And I was thinkin’ to myself, you know, not a lot of real coherent thoughts. Like you do. I bet you know this. Strong woman like that, it’s all you can do to keep up and just do your best to give her what she wants so she keeps you around. Yeah?”
“Pretty much,” Han said, amused and kind of relieved they were talking about sex and not families. He could talk about sex.
“Only problem with a real strong woman is that you kinda get in the habit of not questioning her,” Kes said. “Because, like. I know where babies come from. And I know how to make sure I didn’t make one by accident. But I just sort of, y’know. I assumed she was on top of that, since she had taken charge of just about everything. So I didn’t think to ask until it was kind of too late.”
Han was now the opposite of relieved. “Huh,” he said thoughtfully, at a loss for anything else to say. Because he’d had pretty much the exact same thought process.
“That’s what I thought,” Kes said.
