He only person he could be open with, the only person he could be himself, you. Din always felt comfort whenever you were nearby, especially when you talked to him

It was a warm day, he had taken refuge in Sorgan with you for a couple weeks until he could refuel his ship. The greenery rustled around the hut you laid in with him, holding each other close. Din had his helmet off, resting his head on the back of your neck, his arms around your waist. He sighed deeply with content, his body lax.