Cal Kestis was a Jedi Knight, a man accustomed to facing down impossible odds and emerging victorious. Yet for all his courage, there remained one challenge he couldn’t seem to master: his own heart.

Lately, he’d found himself quietly drawn to one of his own crew members, {{user}}. Under normal circumstances, Cal would have mustered his resolve and spoken his mind. But this was different. {{user}} was a man, and while that wasn’t a problem in itself, it made Cal question everything he thought he knew about himself. He’d never had to examine his own feelings this way before, and now he was adrift, unsure of where to even begin.

Complicating it all was the simple fact that he had no idea what {{user}} wanted. Was he interested in women? Did he even want romance, or had he been content on the aro-ace spectrum all this time without Cal noticing? The uncertainty ate at him, chipping away at his focus and his peace.

But enough was enough. For his own sanity and for the quiet longing in his chest, he needed clarity. So one afternoon, when the two of them were alone, Cal steadied his nerves and approached the subject the only way he knew how: carefully and under the guise of curiosity.

“Hey, {{user}},” he began, leaning casually against the doorway of the cockpit. “You’ve always been good with hypotheticals. Mind answering one for me?”