It's not his fault he secretly likes cats. "Then I'll start ignoring him."
His frown is probably glued onto his face at this point. He wrings out the rag and gently settles in under one of her hands, using it to wipe off the blood slowly. His own hands are soft and careful, unsure of what injuries might be under the blood.
"Clearly," he says dryly about her shit day. "Bodhi got stuck with overtime, but he seemed concerned about you." So that meant he came to check on her, apparently?? He's still working on that logic himself.
She doesn't flinch as Cassian cleans off her hand, reaching over to grab the juice again and crack it open to take a swig. It tastes like nutrition and she makes a face at the healthiness of it all. Overtime must have been what Bodhi was texting her about.
"If you thought I was sick, why did you bring cake?"
He gives her a look that shows he definitely does not believe her. "Okay," he says, tone conveying that same disbelief.
The way she reacts - or more accurately doesn't - to his ministrations is telling. She's either used to this sort of injury, or it's not her blood. He doesn't know which one is worse. Cassian pauses. "I thought you would appreciate the cake more."
Once the first hand is wiped down, his jaw tightens because there are no signs of broken skin. Just bruises and swelling. His eyes drop to the blood on her shirt, and now that he's not panicking over wound severity, he realizes there are two distinct spatter patterns. "Other hand," he says curtly.
The drink swap hands and she watches him with a calm sort of fascination. "I would, yes."
He was definitely correct on the cake front.
"You don't have to do this. If you clench your jaw any tighter, you're going to break a tooth." He might not be incredibly loquacious, but Jyn doesn't feel the need to be shy about anything right now. He's literally wiping blood of her hands and she knows he's going to ask about it.
He takes a tiny bit of pride in knowing he was right about the cake. "It's chocolate." Bodhi is always taking home candy from the office for her, so he just assumes she's okay with chocolate.
He takes her other hand and even though he knows now the blood is not hers, he's still just as gentle cleaning it off. "I am perfectly aware of what I do and don't have to do." That is all he says to that, which is not really a real response. "My teeth are fine."
Second hand finished, he drops the rag back into the water, instantly turning it from clear to red in a fog of someone's blood. He nods vaguely at her shirt, towards the circle stain. "Can I see what happened to your ribs there?"
She draws her hands back and lets them settle in her lap in such a particular way that her forearm completely obscures the stain, as if it doesn't exist. What injury? What ribs?
"You're a cop, Detective Andor." He doesn't need to play nurse to his friend's little sister who is obviously engaging in activities that probably aren't exactly legal considering she won't even let him see some of the consequences of those activities. It's not a case of domestic abuse she is hiding as a defense mechanism (since Bodhi has helpfully explained that Jyn is single because she scares men away), it is actually her own fault.
He's not surprised by the no. He'd given her more wriggle room for it, but he felt weird just telling her to show him rather than asking.
"Thanks for the reminder," he says dryly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. Despite that, he knows what she means by it. Whatever happened here, it isn't anything he should approve of, legality issues aside. But she's injured and that trumps his concerns with the law.
"I'm off duty. Do I need to call Bodhi and have him come home now to look at it instead?"
"No!" The threat of calling Bodhi is enough to make her lurch forward, hand curling around his dominant wrist like she can stop him from reaching for his phone.
"No. No. Do not ever involve Bodhi." Ever. Bodhi is the one good thing in her life, she refuses to let anything ruin that. "He doesn't know. He thinks I'm into some MMA shit on nights be works so I don't get lonely." A beat. "Which I am." Because she still isn't going to admit to Cassian what her night actually entailed.
Instead she yanks up her shirt so he can look at her side and get over it. "It's nothing." It will match the rest of the pale scars that at speckled across her body like a Jackson Pollack of bad times. There's a handful of bruises across her stomach and abs, as well, some old and yellow, some freshly red and starting to purple.
He expected some sort of acquiescence by mentioning Bodhi, but nothing quite so adamant. He doesn't react to the way she grabs him or how urgent she sounds, he just watches the worry in her eyes and decides for now he won't call Bodhi, if only because it'll get him more answers.
He does raise an eyebrow, not missing her slip up. He definitely does not believe it's some MMA shit now. "He doesn't know what? How injured you get?"
Cassian tugs his wrist from her grip when she lifts her shirt. His eyes narrow in on the stab wound at first, but he notices all the other bruises and scars too. "Nothing is not the word I would use," he chides sharply, reaching over to get the rag again. "It doesn't look like it needs stitches, but it needs to be cleaned and bandaged."
"No, he doesn't know how injured I get. How do you think he would feel about this?" Bodhi is very protective of his roommate, if indicated by him telling what amounts to a stranger that she's sick.
She huffs out a sigh.
"If I let you bandage it will you let this go?" Just curious!
"How do you hide it?" She's right though. If Bodhi knew, he probably would have freaked out to Cassian by now in concern. He was already fretting because he thought Jyn was sick.
Cassian sets his hand gently near the stab wound and starts wiping off the blood around it with the rag in his other hand. "Probably not," he says casually, even as he squints at injury. "You were stabbed, Jyn."
"Oh don't be dramatic," she snaps, mouth settling back into a frown again. "It's a graze and we live in the city." As if this is something that happens all the time, as if being grazed by a knife is just a common happening.
"Bodhi's never seen me with my shirt off," she admits with a shrug, easy and unconcerned though it's obvious still that she's concerned with Bodhi finding out the extent of her constant injuries. Bodhi deserves a soft life, a good life, she doesn't want to be the reason he loses some of the security and stability in his life. "Bruised knuckles he is used to. Because of the MMA class."
"Yes, because most people go through daily physical contact with knives." His tone is maybe a little biting.
It doesn't stop him from cleaning off the rest of it though. She's right that it's more of a graze, and most of the bleeding has slowed, but he's not about to admit that aloud to her. "That still doesn't explain how you got this one."
He drops the rag into the bowl again and pulls out a few bandages: some butterflies and a big fat regular square. He slathers some antibiotics around the wound, then carefully applies the butterfly bandages to close up the cut before covering up those with the bigger patch, taping it up neatly. "You need to change your shirt."
"Yeah, it's called cooking, Detective," she retorts blandly. People definitely go through daily physical contact with knives, suck her dick.
She ignores the rest, silently letting him patch her up with what seems to be practiced ease. Maybe the cops are better at first aid than she expected. He's gently but firm and she tries not to think about the feel of his fingers against her skin.
When he mentions she should change her shirt, she peels it over her head and drops it in his lap as she stands up to grab a new one from her room. Her chest and back are equally covered in bruises and scars. She isn't going to tell him what happened. He's a detective, he can fucking detect.
"Most people don't cook with their stomachs," he says back easily.
Cassian barely pulls his hands away before she pulls her shirt up and over her head. He's so startled by it that he doesn't look away quickly enough to avoid a glimpse of her breasts and weirdly lacy bra, but it's put out of his mind immediately by the sight of how completely wrecked her entire torso is, front and back.
Jyn can tell him whatever she likes, but this absolutely isn't MMA shit and she's never going to convince him. The frown doesn't disappear even when she does. He idly picks up the shirt in his lap and looks over the blood spatter, the way some of it's clearly from her on the inside, but the outside pattern doesn't match any of her wounds. Not to mention her fucking bloodied hands.
He mutters a little swear in Spanish because it is very clear she beat the shit out of someone. She came home too unharmed for it to be anything but one-sided. Why did Bodhi have to tell him she was sick??
He's at the sink whenever she comes back, running her shirt through cold water because he needs something else to do with his hands before he overthinks his brain to implosion, and he doesn't want the blood to stain and settle in more.
Jyn wanders back in wearing a clean, loose work out top that has SUNS OUT GUNS OUT emblazoned across the chest and a pair of black leggings, hair tied back with a scarf. She... loiters, watching him.
"What do you think happened, Detective?" Might has well see what she has to ignore.
And no, she will not call him by his given name. He is Bodhi's friend, not hers, she can defer to his job title to keep some space between them. The cat winds around her ankles, purring so loud it carries across the entire kitchen. Like he's mocking Cassian.
He can sense and hear when she comes back into the kitchen, but he doesn't look over at her until she speaks up. Cassian peers over his shoulder for a moment, then turns back to the shirt, finishing up his last bit of scrubbing before he turns the water off. He wrings the shirt out then finally turns around, leaning back against the countertop.
"I think you got into a very one-sided fight."
The signs are very clear and he will point them out if she denies it. He will not look down at Jabba dancing around Jyn's ankles, because the cat is not the topic of conversation anymore no matter how loudly he purrs. "The blood is clearly not yours."
"Saw Gerrera raised me, any fight I am in is one sided." She studies him carefully, moving forward until she is all up in his grill, looking up at him with her cool green eyes. She doesn't know why she mentioned Saw, only Bodhi knows about Saw, but it explains away so many of the faded scars painted across her skin, it might even explain away fresh scars.
He smells good this close. Clean and warm and spicy and sweet like he'd snuck a lick of frosting when he'd cut her slice. He smells like soap instead of cologne. "Are you going to arrest me, Detective Andor?"
She moves right into his space and there's no real reaction. If anything he stands up straighter, no longer leaning against the counter. "It's a fight you don't want anyone to know about. That's more telling than you think."
He knows Saw Gerrera though, and he can imagine what it would mean to be raised by him. It answers a few questions he's had about her, though not all of them.
This close, he can see the dirt and sweat streaks left over on her skin. Her arms are muscular in a way he's never really noted before, or maybe she's just always had sleeves on. Her eyes are very pretty, even if she looks anything but happy. "Are you suggesting I might have reason to?"
He is not feeling so confident about the legality of her actions, but it's not like he knows what they were.
"My visa expired thirteen years ago," she offers, voice soft. It's the truth, even if it's not the truth he is after. "You could arrest me for breathing, it's really up to you. Do you want some of the cake?"
She asks if he wants some, but she doesn't step back to grab it or a fork, stays standing in front of him, looking up at him like she's debating something, deciding something. He won't tell Bodhi, she decides, not because it's a secret but because it won't come up. She doesn't think she's often a topic of discussion, honestly.
He raises an eyebrow. "Do I look or sound like someone who is interested in arresting people with expired visas?" He is a little annoyed by the breathing comment, just because he knows there's a lot of corruption in his work and he strives to not be one of those people. "I don't arrest anyone without just cause."
But the offer of cake surprises him, makes him a little less cross, even as neither of them make any signs of moving. It feels like he's stuck there, pulled in by her. "I brought the cake for you, not me."
"I got into a fight. With a politician's aide. He would probably press charges if he had the balls to admit he got beat up by a little girl."
There. Most of the truth.
She steps away to fetch a fork from the drawer, before moving to the table and pushing herself up to sit cross legged on top of it with a not quite hidden wince of pain. She draws the box into her lap before flicking the top open. Hey, if he doesn't want to share, she will happily eat the cake all by herself.
"There's leftovers in the fridge if you want anything. Bodhi made aloo gobi. If you want the real experience I can scold you like the women in the grocery who think I'm too white and sullen for him." Jyn has not stopped going to the grocery with Bodhi now in part because she's spiteful.
On the upfront, it's very self-explanatory. But it immediately triggers another deluge of questions and Cassian doesn't know where to begin, or if he even should. "Which politician?"
There's a very fleeting moment when she steps back where he's tempted to reach out and keep her there, but what a dumb urge! Instead he just watches her move about and settle in the kitchen. He frowns immediately at her wince of pain, however tiny.
But her offer of food is a sign she's not going to kick him out, if only because it's far more hospitable than he'd expected. Besides, Bodhi is a great cook. Cassian moves towards the fridge, already familiar with where things are thanks to Bodhi letting him raid it often. "You'd need to find something else to scold me on." Though he supposes is maybe also a little sullen.
"Kaay, chi chi chi, Bodhi's a good boy. If you knew how hard it was for our children here?" She shakes her head, waving her fork dramatically. "Tempted by the children here, being filthy with the English girls. My Bodhi is going to find a good Muslim girl, from a good family, who can make round chapattis."
She rolls her eyes, dropping the spot on imitation of Bodhi's well-meaning and unrelated aunts. "That's always directed at me, innit, like I'm the reason Bodhi hasn't got married yet."
He lets out a quick laugh, because that is a pretty dead-on impression of Bodhi's aunties, who smother Bodhi with affection on the rare occasion Cassian goes with him. "Every time I go to the Mexican grocery, I'm candidly reminded that I won't need to cook for myself if I found a good Mexican wife, they have just the woman to introduce me to. Even little old women I have never met before and don't speak a word of English. The overall message seems to be the same."
He didn't miss that she ignored the question, but he's not going to immediately call her out on it. That seems like it'll backfire. "And how much do you scold them back?"
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His frown is probably glued onto his face at this point. He wrings out the rag and gently settles in under one of her hands, using it to wipe off the blood slowly. His own hands are soft and careful, unsure of what injuries might be under the blood.
"Clearly," he says dryly about her shit day. "Bodhi got stuck with overtime, but he seemed concerned about you." So that meant he came to check on her, apparently?? He's still working on that logic himself.
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She doesn't flinch as Cassian cleans off her hand, reaching over to grab the juice again and crack it open to take a swig. It tastes like nutrition and she makes a face at the healthiness of it all. Overtime must have been what Bodhi was texting her about.
"If you thought I was sick, why did you bring cake?"
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The way she reacts - or more accurately doesn't - to his ministrations is telling. She's either used to this sort of injury, or it's not her blood. He doesn't know which one is worse. Cassian pauses. "I thought you would appreciate the cake more."
Once the first hand is wiped down, his jaw tightens because there are no signs of broken skin. Just bruises and swelling. His eyes drop to the blood on her shirt, and now that he's not panicking over wound severity, he realizes there are two distinct spatter patterns. "Other hand," he says curtly.
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He was definitely correct on the cake front.
"You don't have to do this. If you clench your jaw any tighter, you're going to break a tooth." He might not be incredibly loquacious, but Jyn doesn't feel the need to be shy about anything right now. He's literally wiping blood of her hands and she knows he's going to ask about it.
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He takes her other hand and even though he knows now the blood is not hers, he's still just as gentle cleaning it off. "I am perfectly aware of what I do and don't have to do." That is all he says to that, which is not really a real response. "My teeth are fine."
Second hand finished, he drops the rag back into the water, instantly turning it from clear to red in a fog of someone's blood. He nods vaguely at her shirt, towards the circle stain. "Can I see what happened to your ribs there?"
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She draws her hands back and lets them settle in her lap in such a particular way that her forearm completely obscures the stain, as if it doesn't exist. What injury? What ribs?
"You're a cop, Detective Andor." He doesn't need to play nurse to his friend's little sister who is obviously engaging in activities that probably aren't exactly legal considering she won't even let him see some of the consequences of those activities. It's not a case of domestic abuse she is hiding as a defense mechanism (since Bodhi has helpfully explained that Jyn is single because she scares men away), it is actually her own fault.
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"Thanks for the reminder," he says dryly, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. Despite that, he knows what she means by it. Whatever happened here, it isn't anything he should approve of, legality issues aside. But she's injured and that trumps his concerns with the law.
"I'm off duty. Do I need to call Bodhi and have him come home now to look at it instead?"
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"No. No. Do not ever involve Bodhi." Ever. Bodhi is the one good thing in her life, she refuses to let anything ruin that. "He doesn't know. He thinks I'm into some MMA shit on nights be works so I don't get lonely." A beat. "Which I am." Because she still isn't going to admit to Cassian what her night actually entailed.
Instead she yanks up her shirt so he can look at her side and get over it. "It's nothing." It will match the rest of the pale scars that at speckled across her body like a Jackson Pollack of bad times. There's a handful of bruises across her stomach and abs, as well, some old and yellow, some freshly red and starting to purple.
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He does raise an eyebrow, not missing her slip up. He definitely does not believe it's some MMA shit now. "He doesn't know what? How injured you get?"
Cassian tugs his wrist from her grip when she lifts her shirt. His eyes narrow in on the stab wound at first, but he notices all the other bruises and scars too. "Nothing is not the word I would use," he chides sharply, reaching over to get the rag again. "It doesn't look like it needs stitches, but it needs to be cleaned and bandaged."
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She huffs out a sigh.
"If I let you bandage it will you let this go?" Just curious!
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Cassian sets his hand gently near the stab wound and starts wiping off the blood around it with the rag in his other hand. "Probably not," he says casually, even as he squints at injury. "You were stabbed, Jyn."
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"Bodhi's never seen me with my shirt off," she admits with a shrug, easy and unconcerned though it's obvious still that she's concerned with Bodhi finding out the extent of her constant injuries. Bodhi deserves a soft life, a good life, she doesn't want to be the reason he loses some of the security and stability in his life. "Bruised knuckles he is used to. Because of the MMA class."
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It doesn't stop him from cleaning off the rest of it though. She's right that it's more of a graze, and most of the bleeding has slowed, but he's not about to admit that aloud to her. "That still doesn't explain how you got this one."
He drops the rag into the bowl again and pulls out a few bandages: some butterflies and a big fat regular square. He slathers some antibiotics around the wound, then carefully applies the butterfly bandages to close up the cut before covering up those with the bigger patch, taping it up neatly. "You need to change your shirt."
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She ignores the rest, silently letting him patch her up with what seems to be practiced ease. Maybe the cops are better at first aid than she expected. He's gently but firm and she tries not to think about the feel of his fingers against her skin.
When he mentions she should change her shirt, she peels it over her head and drops it in his lap as she stands up to grab a new one from her room. Her chest and back are equally covered in bruises and scars. She isn't going to tell him what happened. He's a detective, he can fucking detect.
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Cassian barely pulls his hands away before she pulls her shirt up and over her head. He's so startled by it that he doesn't look away quickly enough to avoid a glimpse of her breasts and weirdly lacy bra, but it's put out of his mind immediately by the sight of how completely wrecked her entire torso is, front and back.
Jyn can tell him whatever she likes, but this absolutely isn't MMA shit and she's never going to convince him. The frown doesn't disappear even when she does. He idly picks up the shirt in his lap and looks over the blood spatter, the way some of it's clearly from her on the inside, but the outside pattern doesn't match any of her wounds. Not to mention her fucking bloodied hands.
He mutters a little swear in Spanish because it is very clear she beat the shit out of someone. She came home too unharmed for it to be anything but one-sided. Why did Bodhi have to tell him she was sick??
He's at the sink whenever she comes back, running her shirt through cold water because he needs something else to do with his hands before he overthinks his brain to implosion, and he doesn't want the blood to stain and settle in more.
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"What do you think happened, Detective?" Might has well see what she has to ignore.
And no, she will not call him by his given name. He is Bodhi's friend, not hers, she can defer to his job title to keep some space between them. The cat winds around her ankles, purring so loud it carries across the entire kitchen. Like he's mocking Cassian.
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"I think you got into a very one-sided fight."
The signs are very clear and he will point them out if she denies it. He will not look down at Jabba dancing around Jyn's ankles, because the cat is not the topic of conversation anymore no matter how loudly he purrs. "The blood is clearly not yours."
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He smells good this close. Clean and warm and spicy and sweet like he'd snuck a lick of frosting when he'd cut her slice. He smells like soap instead of cologne. "Are you going to arrest me, Detective Andor?"
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He knows Saw Gerrera though, and he can imagine what it would mean to be raised by him. It answers a few questions he's had about her, though not all of them.
This close, he can see the dirt and sweat streaks left over on her skin. Her arms are muscular in a way he's never really noted before, or maybe she's just always had sleeves on. Her eyes are very pretty, even if she looks anything but happy. "Are you suggesting I might have reason to?"
He is not feeling so confident about the legality of her actions, but it's not like he knows what they were.
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She asks if he wants some, but she doesn't step back to grab it or a fork, stays standing in front of him, looking up at him like she's debating something, deciding something. He won't tell Bodhi, she decides, not because it's a secret but because it won't come up. She doesn't think she's often a topic of discussion, honestly.
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But the offer of cake surprises him, makes him a little less cross, even as neither of them make any signs of moving. It feels like he's stuck there, pulled in by her. "I brought the cake for you, not me."
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There. Most of the truth.
She steps away to fetch a fork from the drawer, before moving to the table and pushing herself up to sit cross legged on top of it with a not quite hidden wince of pain. She draws the box into her lap before flicking the top open. Hey, if he doesn't want to share, she will happily eat the cake all by herself.
"There's leftovers in the fridge if you want anything. Bodhi made aloo gobi. If you want the real experience I can scold you like the women in the grocery who think I'm too white and sullen for him." Jyn has not stopped going to the grocery with Bodhi now in part because she's spiteful.
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There's a very fleeting moment when she steps back where he's tempted to reach out and keep her there, but what a dumb urge! Instead he just watches her move about and settle in the kitchen. He frowns immediately at her wince of pain, however tiny.
But her offer of food is a sign she's not going to kick him out, if only because it's far more hospitable than he'd expected. Besides, Bodhi is a great cook. Cassian moves towards the fridge, already familiar with where things are thanks to Bodhi letting him raid it often. "You'd need to find something else to scold me on." Though he supposes is maybe also a little sullen.
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She rolls her eyes, dropping the spot on imitation of Bodhi's well-meaning and unrelated aunts. "That's always directed at me, innit, like I'm the reason Bodhi hasn't got married yet."
Look at her casually ignoring his question.
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He didn't miss that she ignored the question, but he's not going to immediately call her out on it. That seems like it'll backfire. "And how much do you scold them back?"
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