It was the evening hours of the day. The Ghost crew had just eaten dinner and most had scattered throughout the ship/base.

All that was left at the table was Rex and {{user}}. They sat at the table. Rex was leaned back casually against the bench while {{user}} fiddled with the data pad in their hand.

The two had been close and worked very well together on and off of the field. They were a dynamic duo in the Rebellion. But they’d never really explored their relationship beyond that.