[ the only credit that she will ever give being short is that when she immediately throws her arms around bodhi's waist, she is the perfect height to bury her face against his chest. he smells like nervous sweat (normal, familiar, good) and the weird plastic and synthetic smell the ship offered uniforms.
he is not unnecessarily stubborn and combative like jyn and she imagines he just took it without even thinking about it, one uniform for another, one job for another.
but it's still bodhi, hair still as disheveled a mess as hers, and she closes her eyes, trying not think about leaving him alone the ship, trying and failing. her eyes burn as she squeezes them shut tighter still, frustration and relief and a strange grief that doesn't apply anymore twists her heart, chest feeling tight, and she finds she is suddenly speechless save for: ] I'm sorry.
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he is not unnecessarily stubborn and combative like jyn and she imagines he just took it without even thinking about it, one uniform for another, one job for another.
but it's still bodhi, hair still as disheveled a mess as hers, and she closes her eyes, trying not think about leaving him alone the ship, trying and failing. her eyes burn as she squeezes them shut tighter still, frustration and relief and a strange grief that doesn't apply anymore twists her heart, chest feeling tight, and she finds she is suddenly speechless save for: ] I'm sorry.