The job had kept him moving for weeks—jump to jump, system to system—on behalf of the New Republic. Convincing old holdouts to lay down their weapons. Bringing in the ones who wouldn’t. It wasn’t bounty hunting, not really… but it paid, and it kept the galaxy a little quieter.

Grogu had come along, as always. Safer that way.

They’d finally made it back planetside after a long mission, and for once, there was nothing waiting for them. No blaster fire. No negotiations. Just rest. Din had rented a small inn room—nothing fancy. A crib for the kid, at least. That part mattered.

The bed situation didn’t bother him. One bed, two adults—he’d slept in worse places. As long as he got some shut-eye, he didn’t care.

Then the snoring of {{user}} started.

Din lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, helmet still on, listening to the steady, unapologetic noise beside him. Grogu slept quietly in his crib. Of course.

He exhaled slowly, fingers tightening just a little against the blanket.

“Dank farrik…” he muttered under his breath. A pause. Another snore.

“…I’m never gonna catch a break.”