"I want everything with you that you want, too." If there were still things he might not say about the Rebellion and his mission, there was nothing left he wouldn't say about them. "I'm the one who lied. I'm the one who's only been intimate while lying. I'm the one who needs to be afraid of doing wrong or too much. Anything you still want to have to do with me… between us, not to do with the Empire or Rebellion, there's nothing you could ask I don't want to give. I only won't trust it if it comes first from me."

He suddenly feared even saying that was too much. He couldn't possibly have the right to say such things. He lowered his eyes, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

"…Yes," he said, as if correcting himself. "Please. I'd like to go home with you, too. And rest."