He still sits on the bed for a minute or so after Jyn leaves, but he doesn't feel as completely useless now, and he knows she's coming back soon. It always seems to surprise him a little when she tells him she loves him aloud. With a sigh and an ache in his bones that isn't related to recent injury, Cassian slides off the bed and towards the refresher.
He stares at his face in the mirror, the circles under his eyes and the beard that's longer than he likes to keep it. He shaves, like Jyn told him to, focusing on the monotony of the movements and slowly trimming his beard back to normal.
His eyes are on Jyn instantly when she walks in, and he feels cleaner, even if he still doesn't feel totally human. But he looks at her fondly from where he's back to sitting on the bed, which is better than empty. "Please tell me you did not punch one again," he says, voice still hoarse and tone not as teasing as he'd like, but at least it's not overwhelming existential dread. Just 50%.
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He stares at his face in the mirror, the circles under his eyes and the beard that's longer than he likes to keep it. He shaves, like Jyn told him to, focusing on the monotony of the movements and slowly trimming his beard back to normal.
His eyes are on Jyn instantly when she walks in, and he feels cleaner, even if he still doesn't feel totally human. But he looks at her fondly from where he's back to sitting on the bed, which is better than empty. "Please tell me you did not punch one again," he says, voice still hoarse and tone not as teasing as he'd like, but at least it's not overwhelming existential dread. Just 50%.