Work Text:
“You’ve done a pretty good job at taking care of her,” Lando mused. Then, something sparked. He frowned. “I think.”
“I’m doing my best!” Han said defensively, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
A devilish smile crept up on Han’s face. He gestured to a closet.
“Hey, remember when–” He started.
“Unfortunately.”
Lando pushed his way past and over to the cockpit. The seats were showing signs of wear, and more than a few switches had been replaced with old used ones. She’s not your ship anymore, he told himself, just let it go.