"Well," Summer nodded a little, "he was my best friend. Long before Annie and Rey and you. Not before Mr. Poopybutthole, but, I mean, he and I go way back. He was one of the first people I met when I came here, and he made me pancakes at Luke's almost every Sunday, and I always sent him a stupid amount of roses every Valentine's Day. I lived on his couch for a little while, and he's a good part of why I'm such a good fucking pilot. He taught me about the Force and the Jedi and was the whole reason I opened a space jello cantina in the first place. Hell,he's the reason for all the really weird jello right off the bad. Well, him and Steeeeeve, both. My office at the school used to be his office, and I made sure I snagged it because Sabine did a painting on the wall of when he was a Loth cat, and one time, he was a Loth cat the same time I was a squirrel and we raided a picnic together, and he was the only one who knew right away when my grampa replaced me with a robot."

That was the easy part to talk about. This next part? Not so much.

"And I miss him so fucking much every single day, Stark." Her voice wavered again. "I got portal blocked from his dimension after blowing up a part of Coruscant, so I couldn't even pop in every once in a while to check up on him. But I could at least tell myself, in my ignorance, that he was still doing well...

"But then Sabine came back, and she had that time-skip, and I just knew by the look on her face. We didn't talk about it, but I kinda feel we didn't need to.