30 seconds until their shuttle dips behind the moon and they lose radio contact with Corellia, Han grips Leia’s hand and says, “We’ve had a good run, right?”

She doesn’t answer for so long he’s worried she’ll disagree, but when he looks up from the controls she’s wearing that soft little smile he can’t get enough of: “We have.”

“Going dark,” crackles mission control through speakers at least ten years older than either of them, and they are left with the stars, and each other, and silence.