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[ The message comes out late at night that Leia doesn't expect anyone to be awake to answer. She's pulling a Han right now; the man has a terrible habit of sending these late night texts out. Looks like she's learned from the best of the best.

There's a catch, however, and it's that Leia's locked this from any immediate family and friends*. She doesn't need the extra worry. Doesn't want anyone camping out on her front step. She might have missed someone, going through the directory this late, though. ]

I've spent the last hour trying to go back through what's available. I've also tried browsing what's online. It hasn't worked out so well.

What I'm looking for are remedies. Something that works in helping someone fall asleep and stay asleep without waking every two hours.

When I say remedies, I mean the kind that come in the form of personal experience. If you've had trouble keeping a sleep schedule, please, share what works for you?


( *out of the cast, this post is locked from Luke, Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padmé, Hux, Finn, Kanan, Poe, Kylo, Lando. Anyone else in the cast directory wasn't locked out and receives the message/can reply/can pass it on. )

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[ That's one thing she could do when having trouble falling asleep, stare at the dark ceiling, count some lothcats. Count baby banthas. Han's response doesn't help how she's feeling, like she'd been caught, which she had been. Kind of.

The mugs are set down and Leia keeps moving around the kitchen, keeps her back to him, needing to move about and pretend like she's not on the spot. It sucks being so fair-skinned, her cheeks flush too easily. ]

It's not like I can just call someone over to help. With that. There's no one I can— trust. [ There's Poe, maybe, and then there's...the man currently standing in her kitchen... Crap. ] Look. I contacted the network for sleeping aid remedies. That's it. Some suggestions were... They were a little personal.

[carbonfrozen]

[Han just stands in the midst of Leia's kitchen, caught off-guard and with his figurative pants down for a moment. But he's an adaptable man who's good at rolling with the punches, so after a moment he gets back to moving around, grabbing a mug and looking for some sugar. Maybe a bag of marshmallows, though he doubts that he'll find one.

He may also be blushing too, a little bit, as he says:] I could help. With the more personal sleeping aids, I mean. [A shrug. He's still got his back to her, so if she reacts badly he'll deflect and call it a joking suggestion. He is not joking.] We could both help each other out, see if we can't get a full night's sleep.

[In the same bed. After certain activities.

...Han's way too rusty at this propositioning thing. Months in this place will do that.]

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[ Going through the motions of getting hot chocolate prepared, it distracts her. To a point. He's offering her some relief, a way out. Leia should take it, god knows he was on her mind earlier while she'd had her hand doing—

A swallow. A hard swallow. How long has it been...? She's been so busy, back home. Who had time for that, in her position?

Leia glances back and sees he has his back to her. She can feel the sharp beat in her pulse going in more than one place all at once. ]

Are...you also having trouble sleeping?

[ Turning back to the mugs, she keeps her gaze down at them. Doesn't really see them. Suddenly: ]

Han...

[ Screw the question. Leia turns again to him, her steps quiet as they take her to him. Whether he turns at the soft call of his name, she's reaching to him, to his back, to his waist. ]