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.
Rating: T
“So what do you say?” he asked Jyn, who smiled slowly as her fingers slackened around Cassian’s.
“Sure,”
she said, and Han took her hand, leading her away while Cassian stood
there, dumbfounded, watching his life unravel before his eyes once
again.
Jyn glanced back at him once, still smiling, making sure he
was okay, because she would never ditch him like that. Yet still, she
was, in a way.
He might have imagined it, but he thought he almost saw her face fall, just a tiny bit, when their eyes met.