"We would rule the Galaxy." Joran looked at her as if he was the most serious person in the universe. Slowly he leaned over, placing his head on her shoulder while snaking his left arm around her waist. "I also say thank you, for being able to put up with me. Most others wouldn't. I feel like anyone else, and they would have stabbed me by now." That image floated through his mind once more as he just shook it out of his head.

"You know, had we met earlier, and you had realized I was force sensitive... The galaxy would not be the same. Maybe we wouldn't even be with the First Order? Maybe the Empire wouldn't have fallen? Who knows." He started to ponder the thoughts even more now as he just allowed a contented sigh to escape his lips.

"What's your favorite color?" Joran randomly asked, wanting to learn everything about her.