When Devon stepped out of Ambrose's suite, his mind was set.
He couldn't continue keeping Han in the dark. And he truly was no longer needed.
Just barely an hour spent in Ambrose's space… kept him stable. More stable than he's been in the years since he awakened. No Guide has ever come close to removing the noise.
In making everything… peaceful.
Then there was that child.
Orion.
Although Ambrose insisted on not sharing much about the kid, Devon knew he was something special. He didn't understand why, but he also wanted to stay close to him.
Maybe that way he'll find out why the boy feels so familiar.
With all that said—
"Devon?" Han's deadpan expression lit up the moment he opened his suite door and saw Devon.
Standing there with his hands in his jacket pocket.
Thrilled, Han stretched a hand forward, grabbing his shoulder. "I was searching for you earlier. Where were you?" He beckoned to him to come in but Devon backed up by a step.
