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Knowing me is an unfortunate enough circumstance that you didn't have to do anything.

[ Hey, she's not the one who is having a 100 point list of their failings complied by people they know and getting cupcakes as a result. His pride would be wounded if he didn't have papercuts to remind him that his pride is a useless sort of thing anyway. ]

It's less about food or coffee and more about...he feels like they're always at the edge of something, which is honestly fine, but there is only so much he's willing to commit to hackable data transmissions.

Besides which, she'd said "the world wants us to be better people" and he'd been gripped with the sudden worry that she was already on her way out. Jyn does not strike him as the sort of woman very thrilled to do what an entire planet of people want her to do, not after living as long as she has flying under the Imperial radar.

So. It's about all that, but also a man needs to eat, and he strongly dislikes doing it with strangers; K-2 is busy, anyway, so after a quick exchange of where are you, exactly? there's Cassian, not quite smiling.

"Noodles, then?" You can put anything in noodles, it's what makes them a great food.

There are good days and bad days. The bad usually outstrips the good in the beginning but they end and the sun rises and they start again.

There are good days and bad days and then there are days like today.

Jyn doesn't suffer from a lot of nightmares, because Jyn doesn't sleep particularly well or often, she rarely finds herself in a deep enough sleep to actually have nightmares. Instead sleeplessness plagues her until her very bones hurt, feeling like glass grinding against itself any time she so muchs as closes her eyes, an ache so deep and heavy that the very act of breathing hurts.

Eventually sleep takes her. Mid-afternoon, when the rest of the world is bustling about their daily activities Jyn finds herself still just long enough to nod off tucked in the corner of the communications tower, watching transcribed transmissions flicker across the screen, the familiar occasional static and crackle of a ship's radio as it approaches. It's all rather soothing in it's familiarity and she's asleep before she can begin to fight it.

The story comes in spurts when they find Cassian. A scream so powerful the radioman looks haunted by it. A fit, maybe, the other offers, fidgeting nervously in the presence of the (former?) Alliance officer. And then she ran. All they can offer is a point in the right direction, but the trail of hand-wringing natives is enough to find Jyn.

Under the spray of the shower, Jyn is sat, knees pressed to her chest, brown curls plastered to her forehead. Her expression is hollow, sadness found only in the perpetual downturn of her mouth. She doesn't seem to notice the water, or at least isn't bothered by the steady stream of water soaking through her clothes, fingertips starting to prune. She doesn't look up when she hears a woman warning Cassian, as if unsure he can handle what's behind the door. She doesn't look up either when the door opens and closes behind him.

But her eyes do flicker up, flecked with gold and silver like stardust and looking so impossibly broken.

[ To say that General Draven is not thrilled with Cassian recent decision is quite the understatement; behind closed doors he's read the riot act, told on no uncertain terms he is expected to follow orders and Cassian doesn't bother defending his decision.

It's done. This is where they are now, with the Ersos as unlikely and unexpected Resistance fighters.

Well. Jyn is fighting - Cassian suspects she'll never stop, really, which is an interesting contrast to her father, but she's off helping Bodhi with blaster training which is how Cassian ends up being the one brining food and water and coffee to Galen after he'd holed himself up in the tiny laboratory for going in five hours. ]

Glad to see you're doing better.

[ Cassian sets the food down and crosses his arms over his chest. He's not going anywhere until he sees the other man eat. ]

i paid a guy a nickel to buy me a taco today

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