Han presses his calloused palm over top of hers and closes his eyes for a moment - as if he were trying to hang on to commit the way this instant feels into a well-formed memory. He is a tactile person first and foremost, so this kind of gesture means as much (or maybe more) than any string of words to him.

Then it dawns on him that her hand is colder than it should be and he starts trying to rub some warmth into it. Those hazel eyes open and look down at her.

"There's room for improvement even for me."