I don't remember the exact quote but Jyn and Cassian's hug when they reunite on the Death Star post Cassian's torture in falling sinking lives rent free in my brain for that ask game
MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THAT FIC,,,,IF I'M HONEST,,,,i'm so glad it sticks for folks
āYou could have left them,ā says K. āOr used them as a distraction to escape. I would have let them be captured. It would be easier.ā āI,ā she says, and then stops, because through the tangle of Bodhi and Leia and Skywalker thereās movement, a shifting. Cassian. The look on his face is a shipwreck, fire and torn metal and wires spitting sparks. He doesnāt say anything. Sheās not quite sure heās even breathing. Heās just watching her, lips parted like heās seen a ghost, and her knees nearly go out from under her with the relief, that heās alive and leaning and staring. Heās stolen a uniform, too, one of the sharp black masks of the bodyguards, and itās closing her throat up, the adrenalin, the dĆ©jĆ vu. She thinks she might say his name, but no sound comes out her mouth. Thereās something terrifyingly naked about the way heās looking at her as he pushes away from the wall, sways on his feet. Alive, she thinks. Alive. Itās a sick kind of rewind, but she doesnāt care. No oneās paying attention. Sheās not sure itād stop her if the whole Imperial fleet was staring, no matter how new it is, no matter what weakness it shows. Jyn slips between them, Bodhi and Leia and Skywalker. She just means to get closer, to talk to him, to prop him up if she can, but when she gets close enough he draws her to him, arm around her ribs, curling up her back, winding her into a grip like a vice, chest to chest. Oh, she thinks, this is what it must have been like for Mama, on Lah'mu,and then her mind goes blank from the warmth. Heās almost shaking, and his fingers are icy on her shoulder, her waist. Her hatās come off, heās dragged her so close. Jyn wriggles her good arm out of the tangle, works it around him, presses hard enough to bruise. Open wounds and bleeding vulnerabilities. Sheās on her toes and leaning into him and Cassian fists his hand in her stolen uniform and drags in air like he hasnāt breathed in years. And thisāthis is what sheās wanted. This is what sheās wanted since she woke up in sickbay to find him watching her. This is the one thing she's wanted from him that she's never once wanted from anybody else, not like this, not closeness and warmth like this. His hairās sour with sweat and smoke and blood, and the collar of the uniform smells like someone else, but the rest of it is Cassian. Youāre all right. It crawls into her mouth. Youāre all right, youāre all right. Jyn shuts her eyes, tries not to let them burn. Youāre all right. āYouāre okay?ā says Cassian, very soft, right into her ear, and sheās nodding even though itās a lie. He has to know itās a lie. Still, his head slips, and suddenly thereās his hand against the nape of her neck, his nose at her throat. He doesnāt say it again, not aloud, but she can feel it against her collar, lips and nose and the brush of his beard. Mouthing it. Youāre okay. His hair tickles at her mouth.
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