He draws in a sharp breath; it's quiet, but they're so close that she probably (definitely) heard it.
In response he slides his arm around her even more, keeping her stuck against him. It doesn't help the whole close thing, but that was never actually a problem so much as a surprise. His arm is snugly scooped around her waist, but it's loose enough that she can easily scoot out if she wants to.
He completely lost track of whatever joke is on TV, but it's Jyn's fault.
He doesn't even need to read the subtitles, how can he have lost track! It's more the delayed reaction to the joke -- because Jyn is still watching, stubborn in all aspects of this evening -- than the tiny gasp (not quite a gasp, is there something less than a gasp?) that makes a smug expression settle across her features.
Ah. A reaction.
She still can't decide on the word. Maybe there isn't a middle ground in English, but she doesn't know enough Danish to figure that out. She doesn't move again, for now, letting him settle into this comfortable spot until she can catch him off guard again.
He can practically feel the smugness radiating off her. Well! Fine! Two can play at that game!
Cassian steadies his breathing, evening out till it's like nothing is happening at all. She's too calm, and he doesn't want her to catch him off guard again, like he knows she's probably planning. After a few long moments, he moves his hand over her hip, fingertips sliding under the hem of her shirt. It's so easy, so casual, it could be passable for an idle movement. Plausible deniability. It's not his fault her shirt rode up while she was busy wriggling around.
It's so easy and casual that Jyn doesn't jump, stiffening the tiniest bit before she recognizes that she is not going to be stabbed or handcuffed any time soon and relaxes under his touch, wriggling back a bit more in a move that--
pushes his hand higher.
She puffs out at a laugh at the screen before finally prying her attention away from the subtitles to twist slightly, moving his hand across her stomach, and look up at him. Two cannot play this game because she's going to sacrifice her queen for a check, a wildly too early gambit to make him admit... she doesn't even know. That he wants her.
Her skin is so warm to him it practically sears his hand, but she already got a surprised gasp out of him once, he refuses to be anything but cool and collected. He's ready now.
He does slide his hand up higher under her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bandage. He leans in, breath fanning over her face. Her pulse jumps under his hand, and it's that tiny hint of anticipation combined with the utter challenge she threw at him that has him erasing the last of their personal space, pressing his mouth featherlight to hers.
Against all fucking temptation to just roll on top of her, Cassian pulls away from her mouth, and he traces the outline of the bandage. "No. Too bad you were stabbed, Jyn."
The noise she makes when he draws away is shameful, a strangled, half-aborted whine that she cuts off with some difficulty into a hiss of displeasure, both at being sexually rejected enough she wants to throw a fried shrimp emoji at him and at her own god damned reaction to it.
Jyn Erso, not incredibly good at chess.
Pushing out a huff of a breath, Jyn rolls over onto her side properly, though she doesn't move away from him. Jabba puffs up on her behalf on his corner of the bed, glowering at Cassian with his yellow eyes in the dark.
That noise almost - almost - makes him lean back over to start kissing her again. But she literally was stabbed. It's enough of a damper, even if he finds himself very interested in what other kinds of noises she could make.
Cassian Andor loves chess, but sometimes winning is annoying too.
He's an adult, which is exactly why he half grins and slides his hand lower, so only the fingertips are dipped under her shirt as they stay pressed in close, before replying, "You started it."
Jyn will take credit for starting it -- she usually is the one that starts things because she's that kind of person -- but he still cut her off like an absolute bastard. She sound very grumpy, but she still hasn't moved so she's not that fussed. Not enough to kick him out or tell him to fuck off.
He's warm and solid and maybe Jyn wants the company.
He'll give her that, he supposes. It was a very dick move even if he still won. He shouldn't be happy she's so grumpy, but it's weirdly charming.
She hasn't moved though, so she can't be too pissed. Cassian knows how to put on that sort of flirty act, but nothing about this has really been pretend. He... likes laying here with her.
He faintly shifts against her, just to get himself more comfortable. "And you made me miss half this special."
"It's in Spanish," she protests as Jabba stands up, stretching and padding up to curl up closer to Jyn, within reach of Cassian if he stretches over her. Being ignored is Rude.
"You should translate for me, since it's in Spanish." Which she repeats to make a point. It's in his native language, if he was listening hard enough, that is his own fault. She did nothing to distract him, obviously, since they're just laying here.
God, he--! She can't have read all the signs wrong, he has to be doing this to teach her a lesson about not getting stabbed. She reminds herself of this repeatedly, squashing down on her abandonment issues before they can think to make this into a much bigger thing than it is. She's hurt, that's all.
And he knows it was on purpose! Not that he minds, clearly, because there's a very small hint of amusement in his voice. She's right in the sense that if anyone should have missed half of it, it was her, but it was very hard to care about whatever the guy was saying when Jyn was pressing all up in his space.
"You have subtitles? Why do I need to translate?" That's more work for him, Jyn! He eyes Jabba carefully, then stretches over Jyn, pressing into and over her firmly while he runs his fingers once down the cat's head and back.
Oh gosh he is all pressed up against her and for a moment Jyn thinks that maybe he has given in! But then he pets the cat. He'd done all that for the fucking sullen cat that aggressively purrs in response.
Jyn hisses out a snide laugh, not genuinely unhappy.
"The cat." Of course the fucking cat, her stupid asshole cat everyone is compelled to pet. Maybe Jabba will wake Cassian up by howling dramatically in his ear at four in the morning. But it's fine, if Cassian is only here for the cat -- she knows he's not but now he has to deal with rejecting her to prove a point -- then she will just act like this is a normal night. By wriggling out of her leggings and throwing them into the corner.
She doesn't sleep in her leggings. If they're not doing anything fun, she's going to keep watching Netflix until she falls asleep. With company.
"You can't possibly blame me," he mutters, because he finally got to pet Jabba and he is one of the softest, fluffiest cats he's ever touched. The next step is clearly holding the cat.
But he'd rather hold Jyn right now.
Even if she starts wriggling out of her pants, wriggling right up against him. His fingers tighten on her just so, the only outward sign he's effected again, and he's so distracted by the movements that his realization that she's pantsless is embarrassingly delayed.
This is Fine. It's so completely fine, he just drops his hand lower, letting his hand rest neatly at her hip, fingertips brushing against her skin along the bottom band of her underwear as he re-settles himself beside her. It would be so very easy to kiss her neck, but he quickly reminds himself she was stabbed.
"If you want to sleep with the fucking cat, I'll give you two some privacy," Jyn grouses, reaching back to flick his hand off her hip, which just pushes it back to her ass so. Kind of pointless. She huffs again, though doesn't shift away, just constantly annoyed with herself within the last twenty minutes.
As the show comes to an end -- it was hilarious -- Jyn grabs the controller and quickly scrolls down to something else, seeming to pick the first thing that looks interesting without actually looking at it. It's just a coincidence that this movie is also related to Mexico. Her recommendations have a lot of Spanish language choices, for reasons unknown.
Jabba continues his obnoxiously loud purring, getting up and padding further away again like this was a one time only deal and never again will Cassian be allowed to pet the cat. "Never mind, he doesn't want you anymore."
Jyn is always grumpy but the grumpiness in the remark combined with the way she moves his hand away feels like a switch. He keeps moving his hand, taking it off her entirely and resting his arm on his own side. "Sorry," he mutters, worried he crossed some kind of line, despite their full night of getting all up in each other's business so far.
He recognizes the Book of Life as soon as she starts it, and he's trying to figure out if he should read anything into her media choices tonight, as well as the glimpse of her recommendations. Is she trying to be a good host (HA) or just on a Spanish kick?? Which begs the question of why the latter, but he doesn't want to answer it.
Jabba saunters away, but he's not surprised. "Once was enough for now. There is always next time." Maybe?? Hopefully?
"You'll still have to play hard to get. Your disinterest will be what fuels him."
Oh no, her grumpiness must have given him the absolute wrong impression. Or he simply wanted to move his hand, but if that is the case he can move it again because Jyn reaches back, again, to shift his hand back.
To her ass, not her hip, though he is welcome to shift if he has a preference, she didn't want him to think her preference was not touching her. She perks up when Maria comes on screen, her favorite of them all, and twists a little to look over her shoulder at Cassian. "You know sex is a proven pain killer, right? And sex increases blood flow which means you heal faster and are less likely to succumb to infections."
So like. Fucking do it. But also: "And this is sex, specifically, not masturbation which has its own slew of health benefits."
Well OKAY. This is the most direct she's been about what they've clearly been thinking the whole time. At least he's reassured when she pulls his hand back to her, right on her ass again, and wtf she super wants to get in his pants. It's not like he doesn't want the exact same thing, but he literally just cleaned up a stab wound. He keeps his hand right where she put it though. Apparently she wants it there!
"Okay, Dr. Erso." What a goddamn nerd she's being about it. At least he looks more amused again now than concerned about consent. "Did you forget that you are literally still bleeding?" A beat. "Wait, are you in pain? I thought you said it wasn't bad." So which is it, Jyn?? Huh???
"It isn't bad." So there? "It's barely a two and it's probably not bleeding anymore thanks to my very good doctor. Besides he barely stabbed me."
A lot of barelys tonight but it really isn't that bad!
"Did you miss the part where I mentioned it helps decrease the likelihood of infection?" She mentioned that on purpose. "And enthusiastic consensual sex helps with depression, which is the kind of sick I was when Bodhi left for work." She'd already said she wasn't the kind of sick that needs chicken soup, but she wouldn't have said anything if he had brought soup. It's odd enough to her that she mentioned her depression but.
She's been spilling her guts all evening why not add another. Maybe she'll get a pity fuck.
"I promise you, I am very interested." He's not sure how or when that happened but apparently that's a fact of the night and he feels like she needs to know and hear it, just as directly. He slides his hand up under her shirt again, touching lightly at the edge of the bandage.
Cassian is not very surprised by the depression admission after the fact, given little things she's said since he came in to find her not physically ill. Physically wounded, but that's not the same.
He leans in, kissing her cheek very softly even as it lingers. "But I would be thinking about the wound the whole time." Fretting about whether or not he's going to make it worse is not how he wants to sleep with her. He tilts his head, leaning in to kiss her for real; it's soft again, but almost open ended and hopeful for more. "A day or so is not so long."
When he kisses her cheek it feels a little bit like he's placating her, even if he's saying he's interested, very interested. His reasoning even makes sense, it's very logical.
But then he kisses her and it pushes away her self-esteem issues, or at least pushes them down, but at the same time... she wants to keep kissing him. He draws back to offer a timeline and Jyn thinks that is absolutely garbage because now she's supposed to just, what? Lay back and pretend she doesn't want to climb into his pants and wait when her stomach is swooping with butterflies?
Garbage.
"Fine. A day." No or so. She squirms away from him though, clambering out of the bed like she's on a mission, but turning back to look at him, pointing her finger. "Don't go anywhere."
Kissing her was not the best idea, because now he just wants to keep doing it. Stab wound he reminds himself, even if what he really needs is a nice cold shower.
This time when she grumpily agrees, albeit to simply a single day, he doesn't feel cautious. He does start to frown when she climbs away from him. No?? Come back??? "I was not planning on it." He raises an eyebrow. "Should I say don't make me wait too long?"
"You are making me wait, so no, you don't get to say that." Imperious, Jyn sweeps out of the room, closing the door carefully behind her. A moment later another door opens and closes nearby (making it either her bedroom or the bathroom door) and then silence for a few minutes.
The door opens and closes again, another door opens and closes, water runs, the door opens and closes once more and Jyn slips back into the guest bedroom. She looks both more awake and sleepier, cheeks touched with color, and she quickly scampers to the bed, crawling back in. She smells like mint toothpaste so obviously part of those few minutes were spent on hygiene and her undies have mysteriously changed to something cuter which are barely visible before she burrows under the covers.
"There's a spare toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth."
She's...getting ready for bed?? It makes him finally think about what time it actually is, wondering if he's going to stay all night or slip out before Bodhi gets home. She left the movie playing, so he idly watches it and tries not to think about being pressed up against her. That has to go!
It takes her a few minutes to come back, to a very odd sequence of sounds. When she finally does slip back in, she looks lighter and her underwear is different. She looks almost flushed, and he just - no, she didn't.
"I might. Am I staying over?" He doesn't mind. But he wants to check. She climbs back into bed, and he gets a whiff of the mint. "More comfortable?"
Shrugging, she sinks back down into the blankets, returning to her original place next to him, clearly more relaxed than before, breathing out a sigh as she settles her head on the pillow.
"If you want. Here or on the couch. Your choice." Bodhi would be scandalized and offer him the guest room anyway when he came home, but Cassian is free to act like he stayed over just to look after Jyn if he wants. Fuck, he could crash in Bodhi's room if he really wanted. Bodhi wouldn't care.
All signs point to she definitely did, but he really does not want to talk or think about that right now. It's just going to wind him back up.
"I'll finish the movie first, then we'll see." He likes the invite. But he's still stuck on Bodhi, and also he's still wearing his jeans?? He's slept in them plenty of times even if he prefers not to, but he's not quite ready to take them off yet. "I suppose it's easy to say we just fell asleep watching netflix."
Because that's... literally what's going to happen, he's sure. At least on Jyn's end. But it also means he is exactly where he want to be. In this bed.
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In response he slides his arm around her even more, keeping her stuck against him. It doesn't help the whole close thing, but that was never actually a problem so much as a surprise. His arm is snugly scooped around her waist, but it's loose enough that she can easily scoot out if she wants to.
He completely lost track of whatever joke is on TV, but it's Jyn's fault.
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Ah. A reaction.
She still can't decide on the word. Maybe there isn't a middle ground in English, but she doesn't know enough Danish to figure that out. She doesn't move again, for now, letting him settle into this comfortable spot until she can catch him off guard again.
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Cassian steadies his breathing, evening out till it's like nothing is happening at all. She's too calm, and he doesn't want her to catch him off guard again, like he knows she's probably planning. After a few long moments, he moves his hand over her hip, fingertips sliding under the hem of her shirt. It's so easy, so casual, it could be passable for an idle movement. Plausible deniability. It's not his fault her shirt rode up while she was busy wriggling around.
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pushes his hand higher.
She puffs out at a laugh at the screen before finally prying her attention away from the subtitles to twist slightly, moving his hand across her stomach, and look up at him. Two cannot play this game because she's going to sacrifice her queen for a check, a wildly too early gambit to make him admit... she doesn't even know. That he wants her.
"Is that all you've got, Cassian?"
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He does slide his hand up higher under her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bandage. He leans in, breath fanning over her face. Her pulse jumps under his hand, and it's that tiny hint of anticipation combined with the utter challenge she threw at him that has him erasing the last of their personal space, pressing his mouth featherlight to hers.
Against all fucking temptation to just roll on top of her, Cassian pulls away from her mouth, and he traces the outline of the bandage. "No. Too bad you were stabbed, Jyn."
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Jyn Erso, not incredibly good at chess.
Pushing out a huff of a breath, Jyn rolls over onto her side properly, though she doesn't move away from him. Jabba puffs up on her behalf on his corner of the bed, glowering at Cassian with his yellow eyes in the dark.
"You're a twat."
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Cassian Andor loves chess, but sometimes winning is annoying too.
He's an adult, which is exactly why he half grins and slides his hand lower, so only the fingertips are dipped under her shirt as they stay pressed in close, before replying, "You started it."
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Jyn will take credit for starting it -- she usually is the one that starts things because she's that kind of person -- but he still cut her off like an absolute bastard. She sound very grumpy, but she still hasn't moved so she's not that fussed. Not enough to kick him out or tell him to fuck off.
He's warm and solid and maybe Jyn wants the company.
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She hasn't moved though, so she can't be too pissed. Cassian knows how to put on that sort of flirty act, but nothing about this has really been pretend. He... likes laying here with her.
He faintly shifts against her, just to get himself more comfortable. "And you made me miss half this special."
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"You should translate for me, since it's in Spanish." Which she repeats to make a point. It's in his native language, if he was listening hard enough, that is his own fault. She did nothing to distract him, obviously, since they're just laying here.
God, he--! She can't have read all the signs wrong, he has to be doing this to teach her a lesson about not getting stabbed. She reminds herself of this repeatedly, squashing down on her abandonment issues before they can think to make this into a much bigger thing than it is. She's hurt, that's all.
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And he knows it was on purpose! Not that he minds, clearly, because there's a very small hint of amusement in his voice. She's right in the sense that if anyone should have missed half of it, it was her, but it was very hard to care about whatever the guy was saying when Jyn was pressing all up in his space.
"You have subtitles? Why do I need to translate?" That's more work for him, Jyn! He eyes Jabba carefully, then stretches over Jyn, pressing into and over her firmly while he runs his fingers once down the cat's head and back.
Motherfucking victory.
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Jyn hisses out a snide laugh, not genuinely unhappy.
"The cat." Of course the fucking cat, her stupid asshole cat everyone is compelled to pet. Maybe Jabba will wake Cassian up by howling dramatically in his ear at four in the morning. But it's fine, if Cassian is only here for the cat -- she knows he's not but now he has to deal with rejecting her to prove a point -- then she will just act like this is a normal night. By wriggling out of her leggings and throwing them into the corner.
She doesn't sleep in her leggings. If they're not doing anything fun, she's going to keep watching Netflix until she falls asleep. With company.
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But he'd rather hold Jyn right now.
Even if she starts wriggling out of her pants, wriggling right up against him. His fingers tighten on her just so, the only outward sign he's effected again, and he's so distracted by the movements that his realization that she's pantsless is embarrassingly delayed.
This is Fine. It's so completely fine, he just drops his hand lower, letting his hand rest neatly at her hip, fingertips brushing against her skin along the bottom band of her underwear as he re-settles himself beside her. It would be so very easy to kiss her neck, but he quickly reminds himself she was stabbed.
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As the show comes to an end -- it was hilarious -- Jyn grabs the controller and quickly scrolls down to something else, seeming to pick the first thing that looks interesting without actually looking at it. It's just a coincidence that this movie is also related to Mexico. Her recommendations have a lot of Spanish language choices, for reasons unknown.
Jabba continues his obnoxiously loud purring, getting up and padding further away again like this was a one time only deal and never again will Cassian be allowed to pet the cat. "Never mind, he doesn't want you anymore."
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He recognizes the Book of Life as soon as she starts it, and he's trying to figure out if he should read anything into her media choices tonight, as well as the glimpse of her recommendations. Is she trying to be a good host (HA) or just on a Spanish kick?? Which begs the question of why the latter, but he doesn't want to answer it.
Jabba saunters away, but he's not surprised. "Once was enough for now. There is always next time." Maybe?? Hopefully?
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Oh no, her grumpiness must have given him the absolute wrong impression. Or he simply wanted to move his hand, but if that is the case he can move it again because Jyn reaches back, again, to shift his hand back.
To her ass, not her hip, though he is welcome to shift if he has a preference, she didn't want him to think her preference was not touching her. She perks up when Maria comes on screen, her favorite of them all, and twists a little to look over her shoulder at Cassian. "You know sex is a proven pain killer, right? And sex increases blood flow which means you heal faster and are less likely to succumb to infections."
So like. Fucking do it. But also: "And this is sex, specifically, not masturbation which has its own slew of health benefits."
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"Okay, Dr. Erso." What a goddamn nerd she's being about it. At least he looks more amused again now than concerned about consent. "Did you forget that you are literally still bleeding?" A beat. "Wait, are you in pain? I thought you said it wasn't bad." So which is it, Jyn?? Huh???
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A lot of barelys tonight but it really isn't that bad!
"Did you miss the part where I mentioned it helps decrease the likelihood of infection?" She mentioned that on purpose. "And enthusiastic consensual sex helps with depression, which is the kind of sick I was when Bodhi left for work." She'd already said she wasn't the kind of sick that needs chicken soup, but she wouldn't have said anything if he had brought soup. It's odd enough to her that she mentioned her depression but.
She's been spilling her guts all evening why not add another. Maybe she'll get a pity fuck.
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Cassian is not very surprised by the depression admission after the fact, given little things she's said since he came in to find her not physically ill. Physically wounded, but that's not the same.
He leans in, kissing her cheek very softly even as it lingers. "But I would be thinking about the wound the whole time." Fretting about whether or not he's going to make it worse is not how he wants to sleep with her. He tilts his head, leaning in to kiss her for real; it's soft again, but almost open ended and hopeful for more. "A day or so is not so long."
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But then he kisses her and it pushes away her self-esteem issues, or at least pushes them down, but at the same time... she wants to keep kissing him. He draws back to offer a timeline and Jyn thinks that is absolutely garbage because now she's supposed to just, what? Lay back and pretend she doesn't want to climb into his pants and wait when her stomach is swooping with butterflies?
Garbage.
"Fine. A day." No or so. She squirms away from him though, clambering out of the bed like she's on a mission, but turning back to look at him, pointing her finger. "Don't go anywhere."
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This time when she grumpily agrees, albeit to simply a single day, he doesn't feel cautious. He does start to frown when she climbs away from him. No?? Come back??? "I was not planning on it." He raises an eyebrow. "Should I say don't make me wait too long?"
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The door opens and closes again, another door opens and closes, water runs, the door opens and closes once more and Jyn slips back into the guest bedroom. She looks both more awake and sleepier, cheeks touched with color, and she quickly scampers to the bed, crawling back in. She smells like mint toothpaste so obviously part of those few minutes were spent on hygiene and her undies have mysteriously changed to something cuter which are barely visible before she burrows under the covers.
"There's a spare toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth."
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It takes her a few minutes to come back, to a very odd sequence of sounds. When she finally does slip back in, she looks lighter and her underwear is different. She looks almost flushed, and he just - no, she didn't.
"I might. Am I staying over?" He doesn't mind. But he wants to check. She climbs back into bed, and he gets a whiff of the mint. "More comfortable?"
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She did.
Shrugging, she sinks back down into the blankets, returning to her original place next to him, clearly more relaxed than before, breathing out a sigh as she settles her head on the pillow.
"If you want. Here or on the couch. Your choice." Bodhi would be scandalized and offer him the guest room anyway when he came home, but Cassian is free to act like he stayed over just to look after Jyn if he wants. Fuck, he could crash in Bodhi's room if he really wanted. Bodhi wouldn't care.
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"I'll finish the movie first, then we'll see." He likes the invite. But he's still stuck on Bodhi, and also he's still wearing his jeans?? He's slept in them plenty of times even if he prefers not to, but he's not quite ready to take them off yet. "I suppose it's easy to say we just fell asleep watching netflix."
Because that's... literally what's going to happen, he's sure. At least on Jyn's end. But it also means he is exactly where he want to be. In this bed.
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