He hadn't meant it to be a full on rejection, but it's clear as the hurt on her face that's how she's taken it. She stumbles to her feet and looks like she'd rather be anywhere else.

He wants her to know that it isn't her. It's the intoxication, it's the Capitol propping him up on a pedestal because he's pretty, it's the emotional toil he knows she is going through her - which he realizes he may have now made worse.

But how can he say any of that aloud, here in the Capitol of all places? His expression turns apologetic, the most he can do. He could have anyone he wanted but he doesn't want to feel wanted sometimes. And right now he can't shake that.

Cassian climbs to his own feet, hands hovering in case she loses her balance. "You are very drunk, Jyn."