Onboard Moya, Sunday Fandom Time

[stykera]

It was there last day on Moya, for now, and Stark was giving Summer a more thorough tour of the ship which was ending now. They'd gone back to Pilot's Den, looked in the maintenance bay, seen some of the nearly invisible scars from the fire (and Stark had stood silently for a long moment with his hand on Moya's bulkhead there), and now they had reached the final planned location.

"This is my favorite place on the ship," he said as they stopped outside a door. "It's...you'll see. A very good place to just sit. It's beautiful and it's quiet and none of us come here very often. It's peaceful. Should we go in?"

That was the whole point of being outside this particular door, but Stark was still Stark. He was nervous even if this trip had gone better than he ever could have hoped.

[For Stark's very favorite person, NFB for distance, there are no laws preventing calls and texts because that would be really weird]

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[stykera]

"I wish I knew more than I do. It would help," Stark said softly. "And...no. I'm sorry. I only know his name. We never met that I recall."

Maybe that would make it harder to talk about him. Maybe it would be easier.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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.

[stykera]

"It's hard," Stark said, holding her a little tighter now and bending a bit so he could rest his head on hers. "It's hard to miss someone so much it hurts. But...he sounds like a good friend, Summer. An important one. I'm glad you had him and I am so sorry you've lost him."

He took a deep breath, gave an extra little squeeze, and continued. "I'd like to hear more, if you'll tell me. It doesn't have to be right now. Just sometime, if you like. Maybe you could show me photos? Or the painting in your office?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Calling him 'a good friend' is doing him a big disservice, Stark," Summer said, more than a little defensively, but, hey, cut her some slack. She was feeling pretty emotionally raw at the moment, and she needed Stark to understand the sheer magnitude of how much Kanan really did mean to her.

[stykera]

"I didn't mean to...to minimize anything," Stark told her quickly. "Not at all. Not my intent. I'm sorry."

He'd said something wrong already and he should have known better. He should be better a this.

"He sounds important," he said again. "I'm sorry I never had a chance to meet him."