[ jyn finds. that she had absolutely zero idea how to react to that warmth and affection. it's been years since someone bothered, excepting the not quite goodbyes on scarif. excepting scarif as a whole. even then, this is not the same as their last embrace or baze's little sister or keeping hold of one another inside their memories.
her stomach flutters and she thinks maybe she drank too much before she recognizes the feeling as butterflies.
that's absurd. cassian is her friend, her dearest, closest friend who she doesn't think she can adequately function without because no one else will take over conversation when she's grown bored and annoyed. they died together, of course she feels something for him. but surely it's not romantic. even if he was and is the most beautiful thing she has seen, even if she can't imagine being this comfortable with anyone else. they're just friends, compariots, platonic war buddies. she doesn't like him.
her head shifts to rest her cheek against his shoulder instead of her forehead and his boldness emboldens her, leaving a brush of her lips across his skin. ]
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her stomach flutters and she thinks maybe she drank too much before she recognizes the feeling as butterflies.
that's absurd. cassian is her friend, her dearest, closest friend who she doesn't think she can adequately function without because no one else will take over conversation when she's grown bored and annoyed. they died together, of course she feels something for him. but surely it's not romantic. even if he was and is the most beautiful thing she has seen, even if she can't imagine being this comfortable with anyone else. they're just friends, compariots, platonic war buddies. she doesn't like him.
her head shifts to rest her cheek against his shoulder instead of her forehead and his boldness emboldens her, leaving a brush of her lips across his skin. ]