Din was a hard person to figure out, especially since you couldn’t see his face. The beskar helmet covered everything, any and all features, the kind you’d come to love. On top of that he was covered head to toe in metal armor and you found it annoying at times.

You’d often wish you’d walk in without him wearing it, what you’d give to see your boyfriend in a regular shirt. “Staring.” He mumbles from the pilot seat. Dank Farrik. you thought, looking away and at the controls.