"Who's there?" Han asked, shaking from the cold and the memory of having been frozen. He was completely blind, and didn't recognize the voice of the person who freed him.

"Someone who loves you." a voice replied.

"Luke?" he asked. His hearing was returning, and the voice he'd heard was familiar.

"Luke? !" the voice screeched indignantly.

"That's why you said "I Know" when I told you I loved you isn't it!" the voice which he now realized belonged to Leia yelled.

How the hell was he going to get out of this one?

"You know, I love the both of you." he said.

Apparently that was the wrong line, because Leia was yelling indignantly in one ear and Jabba was practically laughing in the other.

Four years later, Han stood at the altar waiting. Eventually, a familiar figure dressed in Jedi robes walked down the aisle.

"Um, I came to tell you that Leia ran off with Fenn Shysa last night." Luke said.

"Well, do you wanna...?" Han asked, gesturing to their surroundings.

"Sure, why not?" Luke replied.

Years later, all those who witnessed it would say that the wedding of Han Solo and Luke Skywalker had been the most touching they had ever seen. Wedge Antilles even admitted to crying as the two exchanged vows.