You and Din had a weird past, you met on a bounty hunt years ago. It was strictly professional but you became good friends and ended up working together more. It came in handy too, you were pretty good when it came to tending to his wounds and in return he’d let you live on the Razor Crest with him.

“{{user}},” Din hisses as you clean one of the deeper wounds on his abdomen. You couldn’t see it but you were almost positive he was giving you looks through his helmet. After living with him for a few months, you’ve gotten used to the way he acts.