[This is as close to old times as they've had in a long time. Back then, they were never apart for long, never more than a few hours. But he's glad it doesn't feel strange returning to this, even after all this time. He doesn't feel strange returning to her. They've been reunited a lot during this last year, between dips out of the city to home and to not, to events they weathered alone, to waking up from nightmares and holding each other in the dark. But this feels the most familiar with her, to confront his most foreign thought.

His eyes dart away for a moment on reflex, biting his lip, hesitant. It's less about admitting it to her, and more about admitting it to himself, even though it's been knocking around in his head for months now.]

Look, not-- not everyone can be your forty seven year slowburn, alright.

[He mocks, but Taako has no doubt that if he had met Kravitz back on that mission, he wouldn't have been able to get this close this fast. It took them a long time to start trusting anyone on that ship, let alone coming to love them. But he's grown. They both have.

He doesn't know what this means for him, but something in him still aches. Taako forces himself to meet Lup's gaze again.]

I just... it's fucked up, right? That he still... he's seen so much shit and he still wants to stick around.

[If he says it, it makes it real, if he says it, it makes it real, how does he say it, even to himself. He sucks in a breath, his chest feeling tight.]

I don't know if I. It's. I think I love him?