That was Jyn's first thought when she found Cassian standing on her and Bodhi's doorstep, knocking on the door and calling inside. For her. He was calling inside for her, not Bodhi, which means this isn't something she can really outright avoid now that's he's looking at her.
Why was he here anyway? Sure she brings him coffee when he and Bodhi are working at the same time and sure he is part of Bodhi's poker night at the house and sure Chirrut sometimes catches her watching him instead of whatever she is watching on Netflix while she plays piano across the room during their games, but it's not like they're friends. For fuck's sake, he's a cop and Jyn is definitely not in the country on a valid visa and she is definitely not overly conscientious of the law. She was just actively breaking the law! She grows weed on the balcony! Fucking hell, Bodhi, a warning would have been nice, she wouldn't have come home if she knew Detective fucking Andor was waiting at her house.
He stares at her, taking in the sight of her, but she ignores it. She ignores the way he says her name, ignores the concern at the sight of her bloody hands while she struggles to turn the key in the lock, ignores the hard set of his jaw as she moves past him into her flat. She doesn't close the door on him, he's too close and, besides, she's heard him explaining to Bodhi the best technique for breaking down a door.
"It's nothing." She doesn't want to talk about it.
to sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.
That was Jyn's first thought when she found Cassian standing on her and Bodhi's doorstep, knocking on the door and calling inside. For her. He was calling inside for her, not Bodhi, which means this isn't something she can really outright avoid now that's he's looking at her.
Why was he here anyway? Sure she brings him coffee when he and Bodhi are working at the same time and sure he is part of Bodhi's poker night at the house and sure Chirrut sometimes catches her watching him instead of whatever she is watching on Netflix while she plays piano across the room during their games, but it's not like they're friends. For fuck's sake, he's a cop and Jyn is definitely not in the country on a valid visa and she is definitely not overly conscientious of the law. She was just actively breaking the law! She grows weed on the balcony! Fucking hell, Bodhi, a warning would have been nice, she wouldn't have come home if she knew Detective fucking Andor was waiting at her house.
He stares at her, taking in the sight of her, but she ignores it. She ignores the way he says her name, ignores the concern at the sight of her bloody hands while she struggles to turn the key in the lock, ignores the hard set of his jaw as she moves past him into her flat. She doesn't close the door on him, he's too close and, besides, she's heard him explaining to Bodhi the best technique for breaking down a door.
"It's nothing." She doesn't want to talk about it.