I thought this story could use a little closure. This chapter's for Pitdroid. Note: I had to make a slight edit after this was posted because I realized that Wookiees don't have eyebrows. Oops!

By the time Chewie came back with two plates of food, Han had devolved into laughter and Luke was glaring at him. Chewie cocked his head quizzically.

Luke answered his unspoken question. "I tripped over my lightsaber in the dark. That's how I hurt my ankle." He gave Han foul look.

Chewie didn't laugh. He patted Luke on the shoulder and handed him a plate of food. Then he turned to Han and gave him a swat.

"Hey," Han complained. "What did I do?"

*You should be treating his spirit as well as his ankle,* Chewie admonished with a growl. *He looks up to you. And you are not so perfect either.* The big Wookiee poked Han's clavicle. *Reassure him.* He gave Han a meaningful look as he placed the other plate of food in his lap.

"I never said I was perfect!" Han yelled as Chewie left the ship.

"What was that about?" Luke asked with a faint smile. Han had the distinct sense that the kid understood more Shyriwook than he let on.

"Oh," Han mumbled as he walked toward the galley. He returned promptly with a fistful of silverware and handed Luke a knife and fork. "He thinks you're being too hard on yourself." Han speared some nerf steak and spoke around a mouthful. "Personally, I think you're too damn honest. No one has to know how you hurt yourself. Tell them it was a training accident."

Luke gave a faint smile, which Han found encouraging. "It was, actually. I was trying to call my lightsaber to myself in the dark."

Han raised his eyebrows. "You can do that?"

"Sure." Luke shrugged. "In the daytime. When I can see it." He took a bite of Dantooine flapjack. "Not so easy in the dark." He smiled wryly. "I did manage to turn it on using my mind. Burned a hole clear through the wall." He looked at Han and both men shared a chuckle. "Not sure how I'm going to explain that one to engineering."

"Slight weapons malfunction," Han deadpanned, and they both burst out laughing, remembering their time posing as stormtroopers aboard the Death Star.

After their laughter faded, Luke gave Han an actual smile, a first that morning. "Thanks, Han. I needed that."

The older man shrugged and cleared his throat. "Well, Chewie thought I should tell you about the time I broke my shoulder playing sabacc ..."

It was Luke's turn to snicker. "How did you manage that?"

Han actually flushed before answering. "Well, sabacc is all about keeping a cool head. So I was kicking back in my chair, sweating bullets and trying not to show it." He shrugged. "It was one of Lando's tournaments and the stakes were high. The more nervous I got, the further I leaned back in my chair." He gave Luke a lopsided grin. "Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a broken collarbone." Han rubbed his shoulder and winced. "Kest, that was painful. Took forever to heal. And I lost the kriffing tournament too."

"It must have been hard to face those guys at the next one," Luke said sympathetically.

Han shrugged. "Not really. Showed up next time with my shoulder still taped up and won the Falcon." He patted his ship affectionately. "Yeah, those guys underestimated me, but I knew what I could do." He gave Luke a knowing smile. "Didn't matter what they thought." At Luke's nod, Han continued. "You about finished up there? Ready to head over to the med lab?"

Luke stuffed a final forkful of food in his mouth before answering. "Yep. Let's go."

END