[Staying, he can do. Trying to keep busy and not fidget or look around every second, harder. He wonders, briefly, if the one time they met his parents coincided with the one time his aunt and uncle had said his father had returned to Tatooine.
He could ask, but maybe that's sometimes saved for later.
Yeah. [He smiles, then, and the next words come out before he can think to stop them.] You're shorter than I thought you'd be.
[Not by far as short as Leia, but he'd still imagined his mother either the same height or taller than him... Which might have more to do with the fact that he's had nothing to go on his whole life, and children expect their parents to be tall.]
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He could ask, but maybe that's sometimes saved for later.
Somehow, he manages to distract himself enough that when Padmé calls his name, he jerks out of the chair, staggering upright. Staring at her, Luke takes a breath and nods.]
Yeah. [He smiles, then, and the next words come out before he can think to stop them.] You're shorter than I thought you'd be.
[Not by far as short as Leia, but he'd still imagined his mother either the same height or taller than him... Which might have more to do with the fact that he's had nothing to go on his whole life, and children expect their parents to be tall.]