He wants her to stay. Everything else is ignored for the rushing in her ears and the wild gallop of her heart. What the fuck is going on with her, god damn.

She breathes out a soft laugh at the offer to make them breakfast, imagining him cooking while she plays with Sofia. It's a startlingly easy image to conjure up, but she convinces herself it's because it has always been easy to imagine herself with Cassian, of course it wouldn't be difficult to add a smaller, spittier version of him to her imagination.

"Are you going to seduce me with toaster strudel again?"

It would still work.