He exhales from all the physical comforts, unused to them in the face of his intelligence work but more grateful than he can even begin to say. When Jyn tilts them down on the bed, he doesn't fight it, like a much more cushioned trust fall.

Cassian curls around her more once she's fully settled. He's usually the pillow and loves being so, but his arms secure around her and his head stays nestled on her chest, tucked in her shoulder.

"I am in this for all of you just the same." It should be a weakness to say aloud. He refuses to let it be, and it drives the wedge in more against the crimes on his conscience.

His eyes close while she plays with his hair, and he can feel himself relaxing in stages, piece by piece. It's a peace he's still afraid he doesn't deserve, but he can't deny it when it warms him from the inside out. "I love you too, Jyn."

And right now he feels tethered to it like a lifeline. To being loved, despite everything.