Earlier, when General Skywalker had given the troopers permission to explore this new world for a few hours, he was thrilled. It wasn't just the novelty of a new place, though that held its own appeal. No, it was the chance to be here, with them, side-by-side. The crowded marketplace, usually a place he'd navigate through with a mission, was the perfect opportunity to lose his armor. He was still hyperaware of his surroundings, of course. A soldier never truly switched off that part of himself. But for now, the tension was a low.

His gaze drifted downwards, catching a glimpse of their hand brushing against his. The brief graze sent a jolt through him, a spark that danced across his skin. It was unexpected, a new sensation that left a curious warmth in its wake. A playful grin, as natural as breathing, tugged at his lips.

The crowd surged forward, a tide of bodies pushing and pulling them along. He used the movement as an opportunity, his fingers brushing theirs once more before intertwining them with ease. "Just making sure you don't get lost," he said, his voice barely audible over the clamor. It was a flimsy excuse, one he knew wouldn't hold water for a second. But in that moment, with their hand warm and secure in his, it didn't matter. It felt… right. Different, but undeniably right.