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𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓴 5. 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓶 25. (𝓾𝓷:𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓽)
𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉, 𝓋𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜, 𝒶𝓊𝒹𝒾𝑜 𝑒𝓉𝒸.

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[candor1]

He'd just been about to ask—if he could find his way to it—if she would stay. He smiled slightly at her, one of his rare smiles that however tired and worn shifted a planet's axis. "Yes. Please stay."

He bent over to take off his boots. Straightening, he also looked at the bed. He didn't want to pressure her, but he had to ask. "I can take the floor… unless you don't mind…" Ugh, he was terrible at this.

(She might learn later that his history of intimacy was one entirely dominated by his job—he'd never had a sexual partner or a bedmate where circumstances, usually including his identity, weren't dictated by something ulterior—which left him particularly terrified of doing wrong by/to her. He wasn't sure he knew how to do any of this without some form of manipulation.)

He knew he'd find the deepest rest holding her. On the other hand, he'd be more comfortable on the floor beside where she was than on a bed in another room.

[adjy]

She starts working out of her boots and heavier layers until she's down to just her trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. After all they've been through, that he could think she wouldn't want him near is laughable. And, in fact, when she opens her mouth to respond a bright laugh spills out instead. Jyn grabs for his wrist as she scoots over to make room for him on the single bed, effectively pulling him back down into it.

"It's okay, Cassian."

It's different from sharing this scant space with Bodhi had been, though she isn't sure why. At least, not without identifying something she'd rather keep hidden even from herself. Her head hits the pillow, her hand still gripping his arm as he lays down to face her.

[candor1]

He moves as if to shed his jacket before remembering he isn't wearing it. He's not entirely sure what's under the coveralls he'd woken up in, so just undoes the front top fastenings without trying to remove them.

It's a relief to follow her lead. Not for the first time.

With a hesitance he'd never shown back home, he slips one arm under the pillow, to be under her neck. His other hand comes to rest, so lightly, on her ribs.

[adjy]

She remembers how out of place she'd felt without her clothes and hopes him return to him soon. The way his hand settles on her middle has Jyn releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, hand coiling around his forearm and holding fast as if to keep him exactly where he is. His eyes go right through her, as close as they are, and she swallows dryly before leaning forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. His scent is familiar and comforting and she finds herself unable to keep her eyes open in this position. Her other hand comes up from where it's been squashed between them to anchor against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her palm and allowing it to slow her down enough to sleep. Or at least consider getting there soon.

[candor1]

He shifts gently, slightly, to fold his arms the rest of the way around her, resting his face against her dark hair. His chest rises against her as he breathes the closeness of her, and he also does his best to modulate his chest under her palm, as if her touch is something that could fly away.

The release of holding her finally allows his exhaustion to overtake him. But as he starts to drift off, his inhibitions lighten just enough for him to press his lips briefly to her hairline. And whisper, to either or both of them, "Welcome home."