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[drunk_ish]

"Wasn't anyone's fault." Except maybe for the Empire, thinks Sinjir, quietly, privately. It was definitely the Empire's fault. "The two of them were just caught in circumstances."

But Wedge has been more deeply affected by it than Sinjir thought he would be. Norra and Wedge had barely gotten started -- Wedge's disappointment is steep, and painful.

[neverjoinyou]

"He deserves something good," Luke says softly, eyes following Wedge, unseen. But he cuts them back to Sinjir. "But you know that."

[sfoils]

The top of Wedge's ears throb with heat. They're talking about him, Wedge's sure of it, but Sinjir's electric razor is unfamiliar, the white noise coming from its motor too distracting to separate from the voices outside the 'fresher. Wedge gives up and, instead, focuses on about a week's worth of fur.

He comes out looking a decade younger. "I think your droid shredded one of your towels," he says to Sinjir, stretching out the damaged cloth for everyone to see; the tears look very much like a rotating blade chewed them up.