[ even if jyn finally untwists her arms from around bodhi, she doesn't go very far, unwilling to really let him go in case he disappears into the ether or some equally far-fetched way he could be plucked from her. it doesn't seem far-fetched when they should all be dead.
her fingers curl around the sleeve of his uniform, keeping a faint grip on him and idly mourning the lack of imperial blue. who would have thought she would mourn anything that bore that insignia, but here we are.
and now she has a chance to really look at him as he babbles on like a nervous space mouse. same scruff across his cheeks, familiar long nose, wide brown eyes always looking a little skittish and lost. tenderness blossoms in her chest. bodhi rook is the best person she knows and she is incomprehensibly happy he is here; soft, affectionate (and rare) smile touching her features. ]
We can take your mattress and mine. [ it's the only way hers will get any use, honestly. they can sew the sheets together, cassian can knit them a blanket. she wouldn't even care if it were uncomfortable. ]
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her fingers curl around the sleeve of his uniform, keeping a faint grip on him and idly mourning the lack of imperial blue. who would have thought she would mourn anything that bore that insignia, but here we are.
and now she has a chance to really look at him as he babbles on like a nervous space mouse. same scruff across his cheeks, familiar long nose, wide brown eyes always looking a little skittish and lost. tenderness blossoms in her chest. bodhi rook is the best person she knows and she is incomprehensibly happy he is here; soft, affectionate (and rare) smile touching her features. ]
We can take your mattress and mine. [ it's the only way hers will get any use, honestly. they can sew the sheets together, cassian can knit them a blanket. she wouldn't even care if it were uncomfortable. ]