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[realists]

Alright. You teach me to cook and I will teach you Grange. [ and she will just never tell him the real word for friend. ven is a boring word anyway. ]

[ouzel]

What do you want to learn first, cooking wise, mi querida? [ They could start with basics, or making a full meal of something she likes. ]

[realists]

[ she squints ]

What's that mean?

[ouzel]

[ Cassian is the better liar, but he is also trying very hard not to lie to her. About anything, even something as simple as a word in a language she can't speak. ]

Mi is my, mine. Querido is darling, querida indicates that I'm talking about a woman.

[realists]

[ if he has said friend she probably would have smacked him so it's for the best. instead of violence she ducks her head against his hip, knowing full well he knows what elskede means in that case. ]

Oh.

[ouzel]

We can keep calling each other friends if you want, [ He says, hopefully not too quickly. The truth of the matter is he's never done this, never had someone completely on his mind and in his orbit as much as Jyn is, and he's pretty sure the same is for her. ]

[realists]

We are friends. [ friends who sleep in the same bed and are violently opposed to being apart. she can't apply how she feels about cassian to baze and chirrut though. ] What's after friends?

[ouzel]

We may be more than that. [ His fingers tangle in the hair at the back her neck. ] Novios or parejas. [ A beat. ] The first is more...romantic. Implies we are together.

[realists]

[ she's quiet for probably too long to be anything but stressful for cassian. ] I would prefer novios. What does the second mean?

[ouzel]

[ It is stressful, and Jyn might be able to tell in the way he almost holds his breath and blinks slowly at her response. ]

Partners.

[realists]

Is there a word for both? [ married, babe. that would be married. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian gives a quiet chuckle. ] Not without paperwork.

[realists]

Perhaps... later. [ which seems to be only because she doesn't want to move and not because the idea of it offends her. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian just stares at her for almost a full minute. ]

You're serious?

[realists]

[ she pushes up with one arm braced on his thigh,, bringing herself mostly to eye level. ]

I think so. Eventually. [ her mouth slants down in an anxious frown ] Not now, but... maybe... You're my dearest friend and I don't want to imagine the rest of my life with you somewhere else. [ or with someone else. ]

But maybe... not? [ NOT SHE IS UNSURE ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian smooths an errant strand of hair from the edge of her face, taking the opportunity to wipe his thumb across her cheekbone. ]

It doesn't... [ He can't say there's no rush, or it isn't important, or she should think about it more. He stops and starts a few times before taking a breath. ]

I agree. With, all that. There's other things we can do in the meantime. Other paperwork, I mean.

We can talk about it again later? [ When he's not feeling so blindsided. ]

[realists]

Of course, [ jyn nods, struggling to keep her sudden anxiety at bay. ]

[ouzel]

Hey. [ His hand moves to cup her chin and he looks her in the eye. ] I'm honored, okay? I mean that. This is really important, and I'm committed. I'm not going anywhere. Marriage is...was just...a big thing, back home. Moreso than it is with the Resistance, and I...

[ Alright he's pretty sure he's butchering this so he's just gonna. Shut up and kiss her. ]

[realists]

I just. [ she's not going to ever know anyone who knows her as well as he does. ] We're already partners, have been since you let me keep that blaster. And-- and romantically there is something there. [ even if it's only contained in tender touchds and fleeting kisses. ] So, I-- Eventually. Eventually when, when both of us sleep through the night, maybe we could talk about it then.

[ouzel]

Okay. [ Cassian swallows, then nods. ] I meant what I said, I'm not going anywhere. There's...a lot there, romantically. [ He gives her a smile. He's just...he wanted to let her take the lead on that, or at least most of one.

Seducing people for ops is not something he's unfamiliar with but loving someone else is. So. ] I don't want to fuck it up. What's between us.

[realists]

You can't, [ jyn tells him with all seriousness. ] ...do you want to read something else?

[ouzel]

[ There's conflict and fear in his expression. Cassian does not think so highly of himself as to presume he can't screw things up. ]

Hm.

A story, or a poem?

[realists]

Mmm, a poem. Or I could read to you...?

[ouzel]

We could switch, back and forth. [ Since sleeping is not, really, on the table. ] That would make it your turn.

[realists]

Seems fair. [ she reaches for the datapad and shifts a bit more to sit crosslegged again and scroll through to find a selection. ] Still a poem? Maybe not... this-- [ she looks up, lingering on a poem. ] Poem, still?