"I'm going to medical to get something for your hand." It's going to get worse the longer it goes untreated, even if it's just a tube of bacta gel and something to wrap it in and she doesn't think he's going to let anyone else tend to him. He's also done that for her when she punched a medical droid, close enough to a ship.
She can easily grab that stuff once she's done demanding his time off from Draven.
The steady movement of her fingers continues, she isn't going to move until he does, isn't going to try to pry herself out of his arms when he clearly doesn't even want her to move, much less leave him even if only for ten minutes.
Oh, right. He punched the ship. Only now does the sting of it register and he should probably let her go get something for it, otherwise he knows he isn't going to bother. Until he can stand upright again, Cassian has no intention of leaving his room. That's standard, when he's come back from missions like this. Locking himself away till he's a functional human being.
Even so, he lets her keep running her hand through his hair, taking a few more minutes of comfort from it before he shifts, letting his grip loosen as he pulls back to look at her face.
I love you he thinks again. He disentangles slowly, but lets himself cup her cheek and run his thumb over it. "Okay," he says, the verbal sign that it's okay for her to leave now. He's a little marveled to be cared for like this.
He finally pulls away and Jyn lets her hand finally fall from his hair to his knee, smiling softly as his fingers touch her cheek. At least the Alliance hasn't broken this part of him.
She lean forward to kiss him, gentle and careful. "Don't shave too much." Let's not get crazy.
Her smile feels like coming home. He can't make himself smile back, but she's still smiling at him even after what he's done, so that has to mean something. He feels not quite lighter, but maybe like he'll be able to sleep tonight.
Cassian returns her kiss on instinct, but it's half-hearted. "Don't take too long."
"I won't." She kisses him once more before standing up and then once she's standing, she leans down to kiss his hair, murmuring "I love you" softly before she turns to slip out of the room.
The first thing she does is find Draven. She doesn't know where his personal rooms are, but she finds one of his Intelligence officers and demands he find the General for her, waiting for him in the war room. Surprisingly, he doesn't make her wait very long before he joins her and Jyn spends a full four minutes yelling at him though he seems to realize that she isn't yelling at him or even the Alliance, she's just yelling because the fact that their lives are so broken is inescapable. He lets her yell. When she is finished and demands Cassian's leave be extended, Draven finally relents when she offers her idea of spending that time at Takodana so they can still relay intel to the Alliance and maybe even stealthily recruit new people even though the planet is neutral. She wants Draven to pose it to Cassian himself, as a mission, with all of Rogue One, so he won't realize he's being put on vacation until they get there.
Somehow they come to an agreement. Maybe Draven is just swayed by the idea that Jyn hunted him down to achieve this objective considering her disdain for him is well known. It's softening somewhat now.
It only gives Jyn a minute or so to sprint to medbay to grab the things for his hand and back to the room. She literally runs down the hall, typing the password into the door in a hurry. She fucks it up and it beeps at her in affront until she puts it in correctly, frowning as the door slides open to let her in.
"The medical droids are so unhelpful." No, they just don't like you because of your excessive violence, Jyn.
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%.
"I did not," is her immediate protest, moving to perch on the bed next to him, settling the gel and bandage next to them. "They just insist on asking me so many questions whenever I'm in there. It's none of their business what I need anything for."
It's exactly their business though. Still, it's better talking about her constant disagreements with the medical droids and doctors than her agreement with Draven.
Her fingers lift to brush across his cheek again. "Hello, handsome."
Relief fills him when she sits beside him again, and the mundane medical ramblings feels so normal that he listens to every word like it's some epic story. "It is technically their business," he says idly, determined to not collapse into her all over again, even though he really wants to. He probably will.
He leans in towards her hand when she touches his face, still starved for any affection. Part of him is still afraid to reach out to her first. "I love you too." It's belated, but it's very important to him to say it back right now.
Jyn ignores his technicality because she knows he and they are right but that doesn't mean she has to ever admit it aloud, even if just to Cassian. Oh no, no. She's not here for that.
She smiles when he leans into her, smiling wider still when he returns her declaration of love. It feels like A Lot now, on top of how she never gets ytired of or less thrilled hearing it. Cassian never needs to stop saying it as far as she is concerned. "Good. I'd hate to be alone in it."
She draws her hand back reluctantly but she reaches out for his injured hand and pulls it into her lap, setting to work applying the gel and wrapping the bandage around it, mostly to keep the gel from getting all over everything else.
Cassian knows she loves him. She's said it enough aloud, and he knows it from her actions just as much. But to hear it now, to know it now, is grounding against every terrible thing he is stuck on tonight. He's not alone in it either.
Or alone at all.
He lets her take his hand and fix it up, which is another strange occurrence, too used to patching up his own more minor injuries. It's oddly comforting, even as he grimaces a little as she applies the bacta. His other hand slowly moves towards her leg, fingers brushing against it just for the extra contact. "We're not alone at all."
It's more of an out loud reminder to himself, but the sentiment is applicable to them both.
The universe has tried so hard to get rid of them, of all of them, from Jedha to Eadu to Scarif to Yavin to Hoth, and all of their lives before all of that, but instead it brought them together, forged a small family made of broken pieces and shattered lives. Chirrut would call them a mosaic, something beautiful built from destruction and chaos, and Jyn is reluctant to disagree.
However impossible and terrible their lives have been or will be, they have each other, all of them, and that makes facing the future so much more bearable.
She finishes wrapping his hand, tying it off in a neat, tiny knot that she tucks under the rest of the wrapping. Though finished, she keeps her hand on his, curling her fingers underneath to hold it properly. "Do you think you can sleep now?"
Half the time Cassian is always expecting an argument from Jyn even when she agrees just because it's so fun to bicker. But she doesn't and she's right and they aren't alone, and it's not even just them. It's everyone else too. Spies don't make good spies when they have families, and Cassian is finding he'd much rather keep the latter. Especially with Jyn here now, caring about him more than he knows what to do with.
Not that the Rebellion hadn't taken him in, hadn't become it's own kind of family, but it's different with Rogue One. They see Cassian, not just a high ranked intelligence officer. It's a very deep and real connection he thought he was incapable of making.
His hand already feels better under the bacta, and he winds his fingers through hers gently. He breathes in deeply, feeling the exhaustion seeping in. "I would like to try."
She leans in and stretches up to kiss his forehead, curling her free hand against the back of his neck as she slides down the tiny bit it takes to rest her forehead against his. "Alright, lemme change."
Except she doesn't pull away or pull her hand from his. She should change and climb into bed and they should both sleep, but she doesn't want to leave him again even for the handful of minutes it would take for her to go to the closet and change into something she can sleep in. That is too much right now so she's going to stay right here for another couple of minutes.
He closes his eyes when she kisses his forehead and lets the affection rush over him, taking a lot from it and from her hand cradling his neck. There is something incredibly grounding about leaning against her forehead with his own, about the quiet intimate space between them.
She doesn't move even after telling him her plan, but he's not about to complain. They're not even doing anything, just sitting close and softly touching, but it feels like the best thing in the entire galaxy right now. "This isn't changing," he says idly some time later. "Do you need help?" It's teasing, which is a good sign even if he doesn't mean anything real by it.
"Yes," she nods against him and even though she knows he is just teasing, she takes it as a go ahead to kiss him for real, soft and gentle and brief, fingers sliding up into his hair. She loves him so much, it breaks her heart to know he is in pain.
She decides that she doesn't really need to change, she can sleep in her underwear so all she has to do is get her boots and pants off but even that seems like too much effort when she could stay right here with Cassian.
Despite everything, it still startles him when she kisses him. He stiffens and shivers and part of him still feels like he doesn't deserve it, but he doesn't push her away. It just takes him a second. She's pulled back by the time he returns the kiss, a feather-light press to her lips that's as nervous as it is real.
Cassian exhales, forehead still to hers. He loves her, he really does, how could he have even thought about trying to shut her out to protect himself? He lifts his free hand up to cradle her face, with that same whisper of a touch, like he's afraid to do much more. "I would start with your boots."
"Good point." Her hand draws back from his hair, but she keeps her hand in his, unwilling to fully break away just yet. She can take her boots off one handed! It's just going... to take a little bit of struggle.
"Tomorrow you're going to have to eat." She would have pushed it tonight, but. Getting him to sleep is going to be enough. Jyn's own nightmares have lessened over time, but she still wakes up screaming and drenched in sweat. It's worse when she's alone in bed and she can only hope she can offer Cassian some of the solace he brings her.
They can take it one thing at a time though. Just like her undressing when one boot finally falls to the floor.
He seems mostly content to just keep hold on her hand for now, as long as the contact isn't broken. Normally he might move to help her slide off her boots, but it feels like a lot of concentrated effort to stay upright right now.
Cassian frowns. "I ate." It's argumentative because he did eat some rations but - she's right. It's been quite a while since he had anything substantial, but it's the sort of thing that usually falls to the wayside on these sort of missions. He tends to only take the sleep and nourishment required to keep alive.
He watches her boot fall and wishes his body would cooperate, but instead his head just drops to her shoulder, which probably isn't going to help her with the other boot, but it feels very nice. "Breakfast?"
Though it might be too late by the time he gets up, if he manages to fall asleep.
If Jyn minds, she doesn't let on. But she doesn't really mind, turning her head the slightest bit to kiss his cheek. While she is always touchy, constantly invading his space to touch him even if it's just her toes pressed against his thigh while they look at their datapads, Jyn isn't always this purposefully affectionate. She loves kissing him and playing with his hair and holding his hand, but it's almost always some absent-minded thing for her. Now it feels necessary.
Still, not a terrible necessity. Definitely not a hardship, loving Cassian.
"Bodhi will save something for us." She knows she doesn't even need to tell him. If they're not down to breakfast by the time it ends he will just make a new tray and bring it to them, he's done it enough times for Jyn when she's moping during Cassian's absences.
The second boot comes off with a bit of struggling, taking her sock with it, and so she toes off the first sock before just starting on her pants while she's still sitting.
"He loves you too, you know, Bodhi. And Baze and Chirrut. And K2 loves you more than anything in the entire galaxy. We've all got your back now."
Jyn is more casually than purposefully tactile - not that he minds how she's touching him, because he always appreciates it. But right now it feels entirely mindful of him, like she's trying to keep contact and keep giving him any and all affection and he savors it. It might have made him feel weak a year ago, but he doesn't care anymore. He just loves her.
He moves around with her while she tugs off her shoes and starts to shimmy with her pants, the shifts natural and without thought even as he keeps his head on her shoulder.
But he stills when she talks about how much everyone else loves him too. It's not like he didn't already know on some level, not with how they have come to exist as a team and a family, and Cassian knows he would kill for every single one of them, which is a terrible and terribly sad bar for love, but it's what got him here in the first place. He's just not used to it. None of them were, really, which probably makes their connection all the more meaningful.
He wraps his arms around her waist, which is probably counterproductive to her getting her pants off and is also vaguely uncomfortable because his face is still buried against her. But he needs it for a moment, to let the complete realization of how much he's cared for take hold.
It's a strange and wonderful feeling to be loved, one he doesn't want to escape, but one that makes his job much more difficult than it's ever been before.
"I programmed him that way," he says half in jest, because it's overwhelming to address the rest yet, but it's also a good sign that he can make a stupid joke. Softer, because he loves them all very much too: "I know. I do know. I think - I think that is what makes it all so hard. You are all my family. I have never had that before."
There's a long, slow sigh almost like an unspoken "oh sweetie" when his arms curl around her waist, finding herself wrapped up in his arms. It's definitely making getting undressed harder but she doesn't fight it, one hand lifting to rub his back while the other smooths through his hair. She can get her pants off later, it's not a big deal.
Instead she shifts only enough to lay back on their bed, taking Cassian with her since he is so attached and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him this way.
"We're in this all the way, Cassian. All of us." The muffled laughter of people in the hall drifts through the closed door, sounding a lot like drunken roughhousing but Jyn can't help but wonder if it's drunken mourning. Her arms tighten around him, shimmying her hips to swing her legs up onto the bed. "Admittedly, K2 is only in it because you said he had to, but that mostly just for the rest of us and it still counts."
Her fingers play through his hair idly. "I love you. You big dumbo."
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.
Jyn isn't going to stop this comfort until he is asleep, and even then she will probably keep going. She does take one arm away from him to actually drag her pants off and cover them both with the blanket at the foot of the bed, but once that is sorted, she curls her arm back around him, fingers still playing through his hair.
It comforting, that no matter how broken he may be feeling, he still loves her.
"Sleep now, I'll be here when you wake up." Even if he wakes up in the middle of the night or sleeps through to the morning, either way, Jyn will be there. She isn't going to move at all.
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?"
"Then you don't do it anymore." It's that easy to Jyn. She kisses his head, murmuring against hair.
"Spies... you don't last very long and you've been doing this longer than anyone. You can do something else and still help and support the rebellion. You don't have to kill yourself for this fight." The hand not smoothing through his hair, rubs circles against his back, fingers drawing absent designs as she goes.
"You have so much to offer, you can do a different job and anyone would be so grateful to have you working with them."
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She can easily grab that stuff once she's done demanding his time off from Draven.
The steady movement of her fingers continues, she isn't going to move until he does, isn't going to try to pry herself out of his arms when he clearly doesn't even want her to move, much less leave him even if only for ten minutes.
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Even so, he lets her keep running her hand through his hair, taking a few more minutes of comfort from it before he shifts, letting his grip loosen as he pulls back to look at her face.
I love you he thinks again. He disentangles slowly, but lets himself cup her cheek and run his thumb over it. "Okay," he says, the verbal sign that it's okay for her to leave now. He's a little marveled to be cared for like this.
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She lean forward to kiss him, gentle and careful. "Don't shave too much." Let's not get crazy.
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Cassian returns her kiss on instinct, but it's half-hearted. "Don't take too long."
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The first thing she does is find Draven. She doesn't know where his personal rooms are, but she finds one of his Intelligence officers and demands he find the General for her, waiting for him in the war room. Surprisingly, he doesn't make her wait very long before he joins her and Jyn spends a full four minutes yelling at him though he seems to realize that she isn't yelling at him or even the Alliance, she's just yelling because the fact that their lives are so broken is inescapable. He lets her yell. When she is finished and demands Cassian's leave be extended, Draven finally relents when she offers her idea of spending that time at Takodana so they can still relay intel to the Alliance and maybe even stealthily recruit new people even though the planet is neutral. She wants Draven to pose it to Cassian himself, as a mission, with all of Rogue One, so he won't realize he's being put on vacation until they get there.
Somehow they come to an agreement. Maybe Draven is just swayed by the idea that Jyn hunted him down to achieve this objective considering her disdain for him is well known. It's softening somewhat now.
It only gives Jyn a minute or so to sprint to medbay to grab the things for his hand and back to the room. She literally runs down the hall, typing the password into the door in a hurry. She fucks it up and it beeps at her in affront until she puts it in correctly, frowning as the door slides open to let her in.
"The medical droids are so unhelpful." No, they just don't like you because of your excessive violence, Jyn.
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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%.
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"I did not," is her immediate protest, moving to perch on the bed next to him, settling the gel and bandage next to them. "They just insist on asking me so many questions whenever I'm in there. It's none of their business what I need anything for."
It's exactly their business though. Still, it's better talking about her constant disagreements with the medical droids and doctors than her agreement with Draven.
Her fingers lift to brush across his cheek again. "Hello, handsome."
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He leans in towards her hand when she touches his face, still starved for any affection. Part of him is still afraid to reach out to her first. "I love you too." It's belated, but it's very important to him to say it back right now.
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She smiles when he leans into her, smiling wider still when he returns her declaration of love. It feels like A Lot now, on top of how she never gets ytired of or less thrilled hearing it. Cassian never needs to stop saying it as far as she is concerned. "Good. I'd hate to be alone in it."
She draws her hand back reluctantly but she reaches out for his injured hand and pulls it into her lap, setting to work applying the gel and wrapping the bandage around it, mostly to keep the gel from getting all over everything else.
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Or alone at all.
He lets her take his hand and fix it up, which is another strange occurrence, too used to patching up his own more minor injuries. It's oddly comforting, even as he grimaces a little as she applies the bacta. His other hand slowly moves towards her leg, fingers brushing against it just for the extra contact. "We're not alone at all."
It's more of an out loud reminder to himself, but the sentiment is applicable to them both.
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The universe has tried so hard to get rid of them, of all of them, from Jedha to Eadu to Scarif to Yavin to Hoth, and all of their lives before all of that, but instead it brought them together, forged a small family made of broken pieces and shattered lives. Chirrut would call them a mosaic, something beautiful built from destruction and chaos, and Jyn is reluctant to disagree.
However impossible and terrible their lives have been or will be, they have each other, all of them, and that makes facing the future so much more bearable.
She finishes wrapping his hand, tying it off in a neat, tiny knot that she tucks under the rest of the wrapping. Though finished, she keeps her hand on his, curling her fingers underneath to hold it properly. "Do you think you can sleep now?"
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Not that the Rebellion hadn't taken him in, hadn't become it's own kind of family, but it's different with Rogue One. They see Cassian, not just a high ranked intelligence officer. It's a very deep and real connection he thought he was incapable of making.
His hand already feels better under the bacta, and he winds his fingers through hers gently. He breathes in deeply, feeling the exhaustion seeping in. "I would like to try."
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Except she doesn't pull away or pull her hand from his. She should change and climb into bed and they should both sleep, but she doesn't want to leave him again even for the handful of minutes it would take for her to go to the closet and change into something she can sleep in. That is too much right now so she's going to stay right here for another couple of minutes.
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She doesn't move even after telling him her plan, but he's not about to complain. They're not even doing anything, just sitting close and softly touching, but it feels like the best thing in the entire galaxy right now. "This isn't changing," he says idly some time later. "Do you need help?" It's teasing, which is a good sign even if he doesn't mean anything real by it.
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She decides that she doesn't really need to change, she can sleep in her underwear so all she has to do is get her boots and pants off but even that seems like too much effort when she could stay right here with Cassian.
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Cassian exhales, forehead still to hers. He loves her, he really does, how could he have even thought about trying to shut her out to protect himself? He lifts his free hand up to cradle her face, with that same whisper of a touch, like he's afraid to do much more. "I would start with your boots."
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"Tomorrow you're going to have to eat." She would have pushed it tonight, but. Getting him to sleep is going to be enough. Jyn's own nightmares have lessened over time, but she still wakes up screaming and drenched in sweat. It's worse when she's alone in bed and she can only hope she can offer Cassian some of the solace he brings her.
They can take it one thing at a time though. Just like her undressing when one boot finally falls to the floor.
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Cassian frowns. "I ate." It's argumentative because he did eat some rations but - she's right. It's been quite a while since he had anything substantial, but it's the sort of thing that usually falls to the wayside on these sort of missions. He tends to only take the sleep and nourishment required to keep alive.
He watches her boot fall and wishes his body would cooperate, but instead his head just drops to her shoulder, which probably isn't going to help her with the other boot, but it feels very nice. "Breakfast?"
Though it might be too late by the time he gets up, if he manages to fall asleep.
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Still, not a terrible necessity. Definitely not a hardship, loving Cassian.
"Bodhi will save something for us." She knows she doesn't even need to tell him. If they're not down to breakfast by the time it ends he will just make a new tray and bring it to them, he's done it enough times for Jyn when she's moping during Cassian's absences.
The second boot comes off with a bit of struggling, taking her sock with it, and so she toes off the first sock before just starting on her pants while she's still sitting.
"He loves you too, you know, Bodhi. And Baze and Chirrut. And K2 loves you more than anything in the entire galaxy. We've all got your back now."
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He moves around with her while she tugs off her shoes and starts to shimmy with her pants, the shifts natural and without thought even as he keeps his head on her shoulder.
But he stills when she talks about how much everyone else loves him too. It's not like he didn't already know on some level, not with how they have come to exist as a team and a family, and Cassian knows he would kill for every single one of them, which is a terrible and terribly sad bar for love, but it's what got him here in the first place. He's just not used to it. None of them were, really, which probably makes their connection all the more meaningful.
He wraps his arms around her waist, which is probably counterproductive to her getting her pants off and is also vaguely uncomfortable because his face is still buried against her. But he needs it for a moment, to let the complete realization of how much he's cared for take hold.
It's a strange and wonderful feeling to be loved, one he doesn't want to escape, but one that makes his job much more difficult than it's ever been before.
"I programmed him that way," he says half in jest, because it's overwhelming to address the rest yet, but it's also a good sign that he can make a stupid joke. Softer, because he loves them all very much too: "I know. I do know. I think - I think that is what makes it all so hard. You are all my family. I have never had that before."
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Instead she shifts only enough to lay back on their bed, taking Cassian with her since he is so attached and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want him this way.
"We're in this all the way, Cassian. All of us." The muffled laughter of people in the hall drifts through the closed door, sounding a lot like drunken roughhousing but Jyn can't help but wonder if it's drunken mourning. Her arms tighten around him, shimmying her hips to swing her legs up onto the bed. "Admittedly, K2 is only in it because you said he had to, but that mostly just for the rest of us and it still counts."
Her fingers play through his hair idly. "I love you. You big dumbo."
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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.
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It comforting, that no matter how broken he may be feeling, he still loves her.
"Sleep now, I'll be here when you wake up." Even if he wakes up in the middle of the night or sleeps through to the morning, either way, Jyn will be there. She isn't going to move at all.
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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?"
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"Spies... you don't last very long and you've been doing this longer than anyone. You can do something else and still help and support the rebellion. You don't have to kill yourself for this fight." The hand not smoothing through his hair, rubs circles against his back, fingers drawing absent designs as she goes.
"You have so much to offer, you can do a different job and anyone would be so grateful to have you working with them."
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