For a moment Jyn instinctively follows him, leaning in as he draws back, before her eyes snap open and she draws her hands back like she's been burned. Did she--? He'd cleaned and bandaged her hand and they had teased and flirted? Maybe..
Fuck.
Hadder had laughed in her face when she finally realized he was flirting with her, she can feel him laughing now imagining, stupidly, that Cassian's kindness counted as flirting too. Cassian could have anyone he wanted, why on Earth would be ever want her. She rolls back on her knees and straightens up quickly, standing with a wobble that threatens to keel her over again.
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."
Defensive, snappish. She knows he is right, she's well past tipsy, her small frame unused to alcohol. She's never liked the fogginess and heaviness of being intoxicated, the way it made her feel weak and ineffectual the one time she had gotten drunk before now. After the Games she still avoided it but now she was desperate for anything to avoid these several weeks and for a while she had felt a nice shade of warm and fuzzy.
Now she feels cold and ill, unwanted again.
"You don't have to excuse it, I understand." Message clear, universe, what is the point in trying if they're only going to leave or die. Well this time she gets to leave. She gestures expansively, swaying on her feet with the momentum, as she backs away. "Enjoy... the couch."
It's the kind of drunk that will probably greet her with a hangover in the morning, and he's familiar with it, but she snaps at him, and instead of arguing he just... stiffens.
There's no point to arguing. She's belligerent out of rejection, out of alcohol, out of the Games. Fight or fuck, two very common reactions in between all the drinking. He doesn't know how to help her when he can barely help himself half the time.
"You being drunk is not an excuse. It is a fact." She can barely stand upright!
"I'm fine," Jyn decides, as if she can rewrite body chemistry, somehow breezy and determined.
Really she is simply shoving down this rejection into a pit so she won't have to feel like she's been abandoned by someone else, the sting is the same and she refuses to feel it so she won't. She will not. She'll find someone else who will drink with her.
Someone she didn't tell about her father so he would hate her. She shouldn't be surprised, she practically planned this herself. Idiot.
She keeps backing up, putting one hand behind her so she won't trip over a wayward chair or a person.
"Have a--" She can't say have a good night, his tributes were murdered. "...Later."
She is definitely not fine in more ways than one, but he's not about to point that out. Her tone alone makes it very clear, the up and down inflections in one simple word.
Trying to reason with someone on the first anniversary of their Hunger Games victory when they want to steep in the anger is pointless. He wants to, because there is something about Jyn that makes him want to both reassure and counteract, but fortunately self restraint is one of his strong points.
Maybe next time they speak they can be clearer. Both of them more sober. Though that's never a guarantee.
"Take care, Jyn." Take the couch, he's not about to stick around much longer either.
Part of her, the fighty, angry part of her, wants to tell Cassian he doesn't get to tell her to take care if he is rejecting her but instead she puffs out a breath of air and stomps out the door.
It's childish and petulant but she is unhappy so fuck everything.
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Fuck.
Hadder had laughed in her face when she finally realized he was flirting with her, she can feel him laughing now imagining, stupidly, that Cassian's kindness counted as flirting too. Cassian could have anyone he wanted, why on Earth would be ever want her. She rolls back on her knees and straightens up quickly, standing with a wobble that threatens to keel her over again.
"Right, yeah."
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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."
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Defensive, snappish. She knows he is right, she's well past tipsy, her small frame unused to alcohol. She's never liked the fogginess and heaviness of being intoxicated, the way it made her feel weak and ineffectual the one time she had gotten drunk before now. After the Games she still avoided it but now she was desperate for anything to avoid these several weeks and for a while she had felt a nice shade of warm and fuzzy.
Now she feels cold and ill, unwanted again.
"You don't have to excuse it, I understand." Message clear, universe, what is the point in trying if they're only going to leave or die. Well this time she gets to leave. She gestures expansively, swaying on her feet with the momentum, as she backs away. "Enjoy... the couch."
Yeah. Nailed it. He has it all to himself now.
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There's no point to arguing. She's belligerent out of rejection, out of alcohol, out of the Games. Fight or fuck, two very common reactions in between all the drinking. He doesn't know how to help her when he can barely help himself half the time.
"You being drunk is not an excuse. It is a fact." She can barely stand upright!
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Really she is simply shoving down this rejection into a pit so she won't have to feel like she's been abandoned by someone else, the sting is the same and she refuses to feel it so she won't. She will not. She'll find someone else who will drink with her.
Someone she didn't tell about her father so he would hate her. She shouldn't be surprised, she practically planned this herself. Idiot.
She keeps backing up, putting one hand behind her so she won't trip over a wayward chair or a person.
"Have a--" She can't say have a good night, his tributes were murdered. "...Later."
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Trying to reason with someone on the first anniversary of their Hunger Games victory when they want to steep in the anger is pointless. He wants to, because there is something about Jyn that makes him want to both reassure and counteract, but fortunately self restraint is one of his strong points.
Maybe next time they speak they can be clearer. Both of them more sober. Though that's never a guarantee.
"Take care, Jyn." Take the couch, he's not about to stick around much longer either.
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It's childish and petulant but she is unhappy so fuck everything.
Maybe Lando will braid her hair again.