"We're already married, mate, as far as the galactic government is concerned," he says, heaving his shoulders in a shrug. "Figured this was the logical thing ta do, since we--y'know...went through with everything."

He looks away, somewhat bashfully, rubbing the sharp corners of his jaw with his thumb.

"Not like we were leading up to a punchline or anythin', just doin' what felt right, and I'm not about ta stop doin' that. I mean, if ya don't want 'em..."

Now it's time for him to be guarded, even though he's trying really hard to make it seem like he isn't invested either way. Hours were poured into those things, thinking that she'd like them, but she doesn't owe it to him to accept them. He doesn't want her to feel like it's her obligation.

"...then that's fine. I'll take 'em back and we can get divorced. Not--" his voice cracks "--that bigga deal."