It was his role, he knew: the brother figure. The best friend. The one Jyn always came to when a boy broke her heart, and she needed him to put the pieces back together. Or when she needed to laugh or do something or complain or work out or hike or study or go grab a bite to eat or a drink or she needed money. He was everything to her the way she was to him.
And Cassian Andor was nothing if not a pragmatic man, and he would never do anything, ever, to fuck that up.
So it was a damn good thing that he was absolutely, one hundred percent, not in love with Jyn Erso.
say you love me 