He wants to interrupt her, because he wants to reassure her to the moon and back that he wants her to stay, that he likes having her around, that he's been so happy with Jyn back in his life again.
But her but.
Cassian can feel his heart sinking in his chest, and maybe he's too tired to fully hide it on his face too.
"What if I want to navigate it?" He probably shouldn't have asked, because it's like he wants to set himself up for disappointment. He'd thought maybe she'd stay. He'd hoped. But it was dumb, because she's been working in Peru for so long. She has a life there, a job and work she loves. He has a baby which is another entire level of responsibility no matter how much Jyn adores her.
He would not have this really good thing going if it hadn't been for Jyn pushing him to remember he could have some semblance of a life. He'd forgotten, or maybe tried to pretend, that she didn't actually live here.
"The job - I know," he says softly, like he's getting ready to resign himself into losing her all over again. He knows her plans are up in the air, like they've been for weeks since she arrived. He reaches for her hand anyway, a tentative touch of their fingers. "But I do want you to know that not once has it ever felt like you were intruding. Even if you don't believe me. You were always there when it mattered."
Like just now, when she'd went to his crying daughter immediately and didn't say a word.
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But her but.
Cassian can feel his heart sinking in his chest, and maybe he's too tired to fully hide it on his face too.
"What if I want to navigate it?" He probably shouldn't have asked, because it's like he wants to set himself up for disappointment. He'd thought maybe she'd stay. He'd hoped. But it was dumb, because she's been working in Peru for so long. She has a life there, a job and work she loves. He has a baby which is another entire level of responsibility no matter how much Jyn adores her.
He would not have this really good thing going if it hadn't been for Jyn pushing him to remember he could have some semblance of a life. He'd forgotten, or maybe tried to pretend, that she didn't actually live here.
"The job - I know," he says softly, like he's getting ready to resign himself into losing her all over again. He knows her plans are up in the air, like they've been for weeks since she arrived. He reaches for her hand anyway, a tentative touch of their fingers. "But I do want you to know that not once has it ever felt like you were intruding. Even if you don't believe me. You were always there when it mattered."
Like just now, when she'd went to his crying daughter immediately and didn't say a word.