He sits down, closing his eyes a second as her hand brushes his face. "It doesn't matter," he says, voice low, and he means that it doesn't matter who lost more people or more of a home, because either way, it's all gone. They're all gone. He takes the offered glass of Alderaanian green, and his hands are steady where hers are not. "I love you." He gently pulls the bottle away from her and sets it on the nightstand.