It turns out that H needs surgery on his hip, which is full of completely and partially torn tendons and ligaments. Poor him - and poor me (this won't be the first time I've nursed him through orthopedic surgery).
Despite the recent menstrual-mansplaining incident, I was nice enough not to suggest he get by with a couple of store-brand Advil instead.
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I need happy things! In that spirit, I give you Jaina Solo and Jag Fel's first kiss, back when they were just a couple of teenage hotshot pilots fighting an apocalyptic invasion of the GFFA:
PILOTS!
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