Johnny scowled as he sat through this meeting, everything, everything he knew, everything he loved was gone and he'd been helpless to stop it. He was angry, he was scared, and he was the last of Alderaan. The weight of the world was now on his shoulders, he was a prince turned rebel overnight. He had a right to feel overwhelmed, he’d lost his sister, his little niece and nephew, even his annoyingly intelligent and sometimes too serious brother-in-law. He was snapped out of his thoughts by your hand on his shoulder. He’d zoned out too long and now the meeting was over.

He straightened up as he left the conference room without another word, he knew you wanted to comfort him but there was nothing anyone could say or do without making it worse. He’d lost everything, and now he was here planning to strike back, to find justice for those martyred on his home planet. He carefully snuck out of the base, he needed air, and time. He looked around to ensure he wasn’t being followed only to be met by you standing right in front of him as he poked his head out of the exit. He was caught, but he refused to admit it. “If you’d excuse me, I don’t exactly feel like conversation.”