"You're welcome," she murmurs before pushing back in to kiss him again, all but clambering into his lap, still seeming to overflow with enthusiasm. Her hand stays pressed to his chest, the other clutching his bicep just because it landed there, not because it's so big. What can he bench press? It's amazing.

Jyn, focus. Kissing.

Right, she's kissing him again, licking into his mouth with a brief, damning little whimper. Why in the flat fuck did she ever leave him? (Aside from, you know, the abandonment issues and philosophical differences and the idiocy of youth.) Everything feels so right. She already knows she would go back in time and make the same choice, however, because otherwise he would have no Sofia and she is the most important.

Plenty of lost time to make up for right now.