The steady, constant movement of her fingers in his hair gives him something to focus on. He loves when does it in any situation, but it's especially comforting now. Cassian is so very starved for affection.

He lets the silence slide over him, save for the quiet sound of her breathing. He's so close, he can feel every movement of her chest up and down and he basks in being alive with her. He trusts her to stay, and knowing that makes him feel like he'll be able to sleep - eventually at any rate. It helps center himself.

He always wants her to be there when he wakes up. "Jyn," he says, because he wants to hear her name again aloud like more proof she exists. But then it turns into a segue of telling her what keeps swirling in his head, because there is no one else he would dare say it aloud to, and he's not sure he'll be able to sleep until he admits it. "What if I can't do this anymore?"