[ cassian. how had he met cassian? he tries to get his sluggish, overworked brain to cooperate and then says the first thing that pops into his head. ]
Pickles.
[ there had been pickles. that's what he remembers. which means they were at...the harvest festival. they'd been at the harvest festival, yeah. ]
[ he sucks in a harsh breath, coughing a few times and clawing his throat for a few moments. god, sometimes it feels like the water is right there, right above him and it's slowly drowning him and he can't do a damn thing about it. ]
You fell in the fitting room. [ he thinks. it's so, so hard to remember. ]
You could have remembered literally anything else.
[ but no, he chose to remember that and honestly she supports him. it was a nice memory, a good memory, really. the first time they ever hung out, as friends. ]
[ it hadn't been just a few moments ago but he's no longer struggling to breathe and he can't hear the water anymore so, after a minute of thought, he nods. ]
Yeah, I'm — [ he nods again. ] It's okay.
[ if he freaks out, he'll tell her and he knows she won't try and keep him in one place when he doesn't want to be. ]
[ there was one moment in jyn's entirely life when she felt entirely at peace, calm and untroubled, and surprisingly, she doesn't find it hard to bring that emotion back to the forefront. probably because she thinks about it so much.
either way, she carefully touches the back of marcos' hand, looking down to watch the faint glow of the empathy bond between before she takes his hand entirely. she has to close her eyes, focus on the peace, so marcos can feel it. ]
[ he'll apologize for the rush of emotions jyn might pick up from him later when he's more aware. the fear, the worry, the feeling of suffocation and drowning, of not being able to breathe and feeling your body slowly dying around you.
but, her calmness manages to push through those feelings until that's what marcos feels too. he takes a long, shuddering breath and clenches her hand harder, trying to soak up the contented feeling that he's getting from her. ]
[ she falters briefly from the sheer force of hurt coming from marcos, but she is stubborn and refuses to let the peace slip away. maybe that is why the uncertainty of this place bothers her -- she wants to yell at whatever brought them here because she had peace.
but she keeps holding on, keeps grasp of her own personal peace in order to offer it to marcos for as long as it takes for him to find some peace of his own. she thinks of cassian, feeling another rush of warmth.
this is the exact opposite of the weaponizing her emotions that they had joked about weeks ago. ]
[ little by little, his own emotions ebb, retreating back to those dark places inside of him for a little while. he takes a long, slow breath, feeling his lungs fill for what feels like the first time.
he manages a nod at her, something to tell her that he's okay, that he's all right or at least as close to it as he'll get right now. it's not a solution but it's a bandage on a flowing wound that he hadn't had before.
she's giving him something he doubts she shares with many people and he appreciates it. ]
[ jyn tries to keep it up a little longer but she feels the familiar grief slipping back in so after a few of marcos' steady breaths, she draws her hand back. ]
I don't think that's part of Cassian's panic attack protocol, but I panicked.
[ cassian is the one talking her down, not the other way around, she isn't actually used to this when it's reversed. ]
Don't be. [ she pushes up the sleeve of her lab coat, revealing a bracelet of scars around her wrists, half a years healing or more turning the skin that had been rubbed raw day in and day out white with not faint enough scarring. ]
Cassian grabbed my wrist once and I punched him in the stomach.
[ he wants to be able to deal with this and he wants to hide it from everyone around him because he doesn't want to burden them. everyone has their issues and he doesn't need to add to it. he doesn't want people to worry. ]
I just — water.
[ he doesn't think he needs to explain it but he does anyway. ]
the difficulty, of course, is that marcos can't exactly avoid water because of basic hygienic practices, rain, personal hydration, his casual friend's superpower. which is selfish of her to think about but here she is, being selfish. jyn can avoid people touching her, she can avoid beaches and green lasers and shitty people. water is the entire frickin' world. ]
Maybe I just shouldn't go outside until I can get past this.
[ if he could keep himself contained to one room, he wouldn't risk having these...attacks in public where people had to calm him down or he made a scene. ]
Stay in one place until I can get a handle on this.
Marcos, it's been... less than two weeks? Cassian grabbed me three days ago and we've been here for two months.
[ and she still punched him. sometimes it just hits you. (or your best friend... in the stomach.) he needs to give himself time, but jyn knows how hard that is, she sure as shit struggles with it. ]
I think you need to talk about it. It doesn't have to be with me, but someone you trust. Otherwise it just sticks inside you.
[ he sighs and rubs his face. he's talked about it but only in factual terms. what happened, how he got out, what he did after. he hasn't really talked about what that did to him. ]
[ she's only told one whole person that she is dead and he is standing right in front of her, jyn isn't exactly loquacious. she doesn't want to make cassian think about it and she doesn't want daisy to know.
[ not about that. it's an unnecessary burden that he needs to shoulder on his own. no one else needs to be bothered. no one else needs to take that on. he sighs and rubs at his face again before straightening up. ]
[ it's mean to point out, but it's true and jyn isn't one to shy away from alienating her friends in order to help them. that is her entire m.o. this is why she only has two friends. ]
Look, you don't have to talk about it. You don't have to do anything. But it'll get easier faster if you do. And it doesn't have to be me, you've got Caroline and you can talk to Cassian.
[ she shrugs, but that'll be the last of her pressing. ]
[ he shoots a glare in her direction but there's no real anger behind it. he's more tired than anything. and he knows he can get a handle on this if he just...focuses. or something. he just has to expose himself to water and get it over with. ]
I don't know Cassian that well and Caroline — [ he cuts himself off at that and shakes his head. ] She made sure I didn't die at the expense of herself. I owe her more than she owes me anything, even an ear to listen.
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Pickles.
[ there had been pickles. that's what he remembers. which means they were at...the harvest festival. they'd been at the harvest festival, yeah. ]
I mentioned his jacket.
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[ if this weren't such an upsetting experience, it would be funny. pickles of all things to remember. ]
It fits him really nicely, you were a good model. Do you remember the jacket?
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[ he sucks in a harsh breath, coughing a few times and clawing his throat for a few moments. god, sometimes it feels like the water is right there, right above him and it's slowly drowning him and he can't do a damn thing about it. ]
You fell in the fitting room. [ he thinks. it's so, so hard to remember. ]
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[ but no, he chose to remember that and honestly she supports him. it was a nice memory, a good memory, really. the first time they ever hung out, as friends. ]
Marcos, I'm going to touch you, is that okay?
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Yeah, I'm — [ he nods again. ] It's okay.
[ if he freaks out, he'll tell her and he knows she won't try and keep him in one place when he doesn't want to be. ]
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either way, she carefully touches the back of marcos' hand, looking down to watch the faint glow of the empathy bond between before she takes his hand entirely. she has to close her eyes, focus on the peace, so marcos can feel it. ]
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but, her calmness manages to push through those feelings until that's what marcos feels too. he takes a long, shuddering breath and clenches her hand harder, trying to soak up the contented feeling that he's getting from her. ]
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but she keeps holding on, keeps grasp of her own personal peace in order to offer it to marcos for as long as it takes for him to find some peace of his own. she thinks of cassian, feeling another rush of warmth.
this is the exact opposite of the weaponizing her emotions that they had joked about weeks ago. ]
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he manages a nod at her, something to tell her that he's okay, that he's all right or at least as close to it as he'll get right now. it's not a solution but it's a bandage on a flowing wound that he hadn't had before.
she's giving him something he doubts she shares with many people and he appreciates it. ]
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I don't think that's part of Cassian's panic attack protocol, but I panicked.
[ cassian is the one talking her down, not the other way around, she isn't actually used to this when it's reversed. ]
You alright?
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[ not overall. because this kept happening and he couldn't stop it. ]
But yeah, I'm good now.
[ he swipes at his eyes and slides his fingers through his hair. ]
Sorry. [ sheepish, quiet. ]
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Cassian grabbed my wrist once and I punched him in the stomach.
[ it was not the good morning he expected. ]
It happens.
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[ he wants to be able to deal with this and he wants to hide it from everyone around him because he doesn't want to burden them. everyone has their issues and he doesn't need to add to it. he doesn't want people to worry. ]
I just — water.
[ he doesn't think he needs to explain it but he does anyway. ]
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[ she also wishes it wasn't happening to marcos.
the difficulty, of course, is that marcos can't exactly avoid water because of basic hygienic practices, rain, personal hydration, his casual friend's superpower. which is selfish of her to think about but here she is, being selfish. jyn can avoid people touching her, she can avoid beaches and green lasers and shitty people. water is the entire frickin' world. ]
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[ if he could keep himself contained to one room, he wouldn't risk having these...attacks in public where people had to calm him down or he made a scene. ]
Stay in one place until I can get a handle on this.
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[ if only marcos really know how hypocritical she is being. ]
You can't let this rule you. And you're not. This sucks, but it's good.
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[ he sounds dubious and he looks dubious. ]
Yeah, this is real good. Panic attacks at a brand new job.
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[ she shrugs, feeling a little helpless for not knowing how to word all of this. she isn't good at people, she never has been. ]
You're here when you could be in bed.
[ isn't that something? ]
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[ bed sounded pretty good, actually. it would keep him out of the public eye and keep him away from water. ]
I don't know. I don't know what to do about this. Or how to deal with it. I'm just...I'm tired of it.
[ he wants to feel better right now. he wants to get over this immediately. ]
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[ and she still punched him. sometimes it just hits you. (or your best friend... in the stomach.) he needs to give himself time, but jyn knows how hard that is, she sure as shit struggles with it. ]
I think you need to talk about it. It doesn't have to be with me, but someone you trust. Otherwise it just sticks inside you.
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[ he sighs and rubs his face. he's talked about it but only in factual terms. what happened, how he got out, what he did after. he hasn't really talked about what that did to him. ]
Do you talk about it?
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thus, silence. ]
No. That's why I know.
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[ not about that. it's an unnecessary burden that he needs to shoulder on his own. no one else needs to be bothered. no one else needs to take that on. he sighs and rubs at his face again before straightening up. ]
I'm good. I can handle it.
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[ it's mean to point out, but it's true and jyn isn't one to shy away from alienating her friends in order to help them. that is her entire m.o. this is why she only has two friends. ]
Look, you don't have to talk about it. You don't have to do anything. But it'll get easier faster if you do. And it doesn't have to be me, you've got Caroline and you can talk to Cassian.
[ she shrugs, but that'll be the last of her pressing. ]
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I don't know Cassian that well and Caroline — [ he cuts himself off at that and shakes his head. ] She made sure I didn't die at the expense of herself. I owe her more than she owes me anything, even an ear to listen.
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