End Of The Road ♕SkySolo AU♕

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[Han]

I think there's something a little wrong up in Luke's head. Sometimes I'll just be talking to him and he'll totally space out. He seems doubtful of himself a lot too. I noticed he had a tattoo on his wrist in Egyptian hieroglyphs.

"What's all that on wrist there?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh this? It represents the falcon god Horus." He explained.

"Why do you have it?" I asked.

"My Uncle Owen said that if you wore the symbol of a god then it will make you stronger and they will be with you always." Luke said.

I nodded. "That's cool, maybe I'll-"

All of a sudden the truck jolted as we hit an abnormally large speed bump. Chewie was lifted into the air. I gripped the steering wheel and tried to pull over, my body turning with the wheel. Luke face planted into my crotch area.

As soon as the truck stopped Luke finally noticed where he's landed and he jolted up. His face was the color of a tomato. He started muttering things in Arabic. It was actually kind of funny.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I laughed. "You're good Luke." I said, ruffling his hair.

"I'm sorry." He repeated.

"Hey, Luke, it's okay-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He chanted, covering his ears.

In panic I grabbed his wrists, and hugged him close to my chest. I could feel Luke's breathing start to slow back down to its original pace. I pulled back and looked him in his eyes. He pretty blue eyes. They reminded me of the sky.

"It's okay Luke. You're fine." I said.

"You're not...mad at me? You don't hate me?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No. Never. You're a cool dude remember? Like me." I reassured him.

Luke smiled and hugged me again. I chuckled as Chewie, slid into my lap, joining the hug.

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After awhile, Luke said that he was hungry, so I pulled off the highway and into the closest town. I spotted a Red Lobster. I smirked.

"You eat meat?" I asked him.

"Yes, but only poultry. Eating beef or chicken is bad luck, or so my Uncle Owen used to say." He replied.

"You're not allergic to seafood or anything are you?" I asked him, as we got closer.

"Um...no." He said.

"Good, because this place has the best seafood in America. Well, in my opinion that is." I said as we pulled into the parking lot.

I tied Chewie's leash to a dog post outside and watched as he happily lapped up the water from the water bowl.

"I'll be back with your salmon boy." I said, scratching behind his ears.