Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Feather

With no warning whatsoever the ship had dropped out of hyperspace, and you had been thrown off balance, holding onto the armrests of your chair for support. The magic of the moment dispelled in an instant, drowned out by the blaring of the alarms.

As he turned them all off and silence engulfed you, you heard him sigh loudly, anger suddenly starting to emanate from every fibre of his being.

"The hyperdrive is busted." He said after a second, voice strained and modulated again.

You untied the scarf from around your eyes, squinting at the light, to find him sitting with his back facing you and clicking buttons in a futile attempt to make the ship's hyperdrive work. His attitude was so strange that it made you doubt if the kiss had even happened – mostly if you took into account how surreal it seemed now, with your blindfold off and his helmet on. It felt like something from a dream.

Concerned by his behaviour, you focused on him and his emotions, sensing – aside from the overpowering fury – sadness, disappointment, and a strong feeling of disgust. Shocked, you looked at his still figure as you felt like crying.

Why would he feel like that right after kissing you?

You desperately wanted to ask him what was going on but, with your emotions running high as they were, you knew you couldn't trust yourself to not lose your temper. Besides, you were also aware his mood wouldn't help with getting a clear answer. Thinking that there was surely an excellent explanation for what was happening and that it simply wasn't occurring to you right now, you swallowed your feelings down and stood up, heading for the hyperdrive motivator to take a look at it, in hopes you managed to fix it and that might improve Din's mood. After fiddling with the wiring for a while, you had to admit defeat.

"This thing is ruined." You sentenced. "I cannot take a proper look from here, and it's not like I can go outside."

He sighed loudly again. A part of you had expected some snarky remark to let you know that everything was alright but, instead, you were met with silence. He seemed lost in thought, and you stood there, looking at him and trying to figure out what was going on inside his head, when he noticed your stare.

Something about your face when he looked at you seemed to make him uncomfortable because he instantly looked away, his emotions a swirling furious mess.

"There's no way we're making it to Corvus in this shape. Guess we'll have to make a stop for repairs." He said, looking at the navigational panel and without directly addressing you, almost as if he was talking to himself out loud. "We're close to Nevarro. At this rate, we'll be there in a few hours."

Sitting back on your chair, you stared at him. He kept his helmet facing front and didn't look at you while his mood kept worsening by the minute. 

Dank farrik! Him was all you had been thinking about for months, wondering how his touch would feel on your skin, hoping your affection was mutual… but now, you just wished he hadn't done anything if it meant him ignoring you, hating you. In fact, you didn't understand why he had done it in the first place if now it made him feel angry and disgusted. You could just ask him, you knew that, but what if you didn't like the answer? 

One would think that if you kiss someone it's because you like them, so you won't feel disgusted afterwards. Then, why had he kissed you? Had it meant nothing? Had he done it out of curiosity? After all, you had made fun of him for not having kissed anyone just a few days ago... Yet, if that was the case, it seemed to you a very cruel way of satisfying his curiosity.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence. You sat on your chair, hugging your knees and trying to figure out what was wrong, while Din kept getting angrier. You swore that, as on the nose as his emotions were to you, they never made any kriffing sense.