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They had moved.
Multiple days had passed since the "incident" (as Kalen was now mentally referring to it) in Mon Safdie. Though neither had said a word about it, both Kalen and Leon had seemingly psychically agreed that they needed a break from the bustle of the city. So, Kalen used some of the scant funds he had on him to rent them a wooden cabin in the mountains outside the city.
The view was not as spectacular here, but Kalen found that the cabin and its locale was beautiful in its own way. The canopy of the coniferous forest that surrounded it shielded them from the sunlight. The light that broke through did so in thin beams that cast an eerie glow on their surroundings and caused the small waterfall the cabin sat near to glimmer beautifully.
Kalen was taking a break from his work to absorb the natural beauty around him, which he could see from his advantageously position bedroom window. The glow of his computer monitors was behind him, along with the lengthy data he had been sifting through. The bed sitting adjacent to his workstation was a cluster of messy blankets and comforters—not the most luxurious in their craftsmanship, but he had taken what he had gotten... as had the man who was currently snoozing beneath them.
In the days since the "incident," he and Leon had transversed a number of confusing phases that he was still grasping to understand. At first, they had avoided each other. Kalen searched for a quiet retreat from the city, where he could do his research and Leon, Gene, and his fellow pirates could do... whatever pirates did on their downtime. Finally, after locating a place, Kalen had managed to get up the nerve to talk to the pirate captain again, though not without enduring disgusted glares from Giles and not-so-subtle smirks from Natalia.
They know, he had thought, much to his mortification.
The awkwardness turned into drunkenness their first night in the cabin. Kalen was so confused by what had happened and the feelings surrounding it that he had taken Natalia up on her offer to sit out by the babbling brook, just outside their cabin, and drink. What he didn't know was that she had also invited Leon and planned to use Gene as an excuse to escape and leave the two of them alone. With alcohol, the two soon opened up a bit about "the incident," which led to a repeat incident in this very bedroom.
After that, it was just assumed (much to the amusement of Natalia and the further disgust of Giles) that the two would be sharing the room until the end of their stay—which, given Kalen's fast dwindling money supply, would be sooner rather than later.
And Kalen? He didn't know what to feel.
His research was going well. He believed that he was on the threshold of discovering the whereabouts of these spider-things' homeworld. The sooner they found and destroyed these things, the sooner all of this was over. And yet... What happened then? He glanced away from the window, and the nature beyond it, and looked back at the mess of a bed. Leon was somewhere beneath the clump of sheets, snoozing well into the early afternoons as he usually did. Though Kalen could not hear the other man's gentle breaths, he could feel his life force, vibrant and exhilarating, in the currents of the Force and hated to admit (even to himself) that he found it soothing.
What is this? he found himself thinking. And what does it mean?
He was too afraid to ask Leon. Too afraid he might receive an answer he didn't want to hear... whatever that might be. So, he decided to settle for what it was now, however physically and emotionally charged it was, an figure out the particulars later. Feeling suddenly drowsy, he decided that a nap would probably not hurt him. He could finish the day's research later. Tossing off the loose fabric tunic that he often wore with the rest of his Jedi ensemble, he crawled into the bed (and over Leon, who simply grumbled and pulled the sheets more tightly around himself) and found himself a space not presently occupied to settle.
When he was sufficiently comfortable, he rolled over and traced Leon's sleeping features with his eyes. The pirate looked harmless in his sleep. Kalen would never tell Leon to his face, but, sleeping, the pirate looked particularly cute. The thought of telling Leon how utterly pitiful he looked asleep brought a soft smirk to Kalen's face. Leon prided himself on commanding authority, through fear or sternness or whatever else, and would be horrified to discover the Jedi found him anything but. On instinct, he leaned in a planted a chaste kiss on Leon's lips and then rolled back over to focus on sleep.
His mind settled and he quietly drifted into a Force-imbued dream... @Deviant