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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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.