Jyn and cassian have worked quite a few missions together, they’d become good friends and jyn had thought that there was a chance they could become more, but after a mission goes bad and Jyn does something reckless to save him he suddenly starts to distance himself from her. Now he barely seems to look in her direction and choses other people for his missions.

jynirso:

thank you for the prompt! sorry for the wait on this one

read it on ao3!

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“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

Like a good spy, Cassian had heard her approach –– but that doesn’t stop her sharp words and cold demeanor from nearly giving him whiplash. He schools his face into a calm mask, not letting her see just how much her words have shocked him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Ever since Tatooine,” she continues, pushing forward as if he hadn’t spoken. She bounces on the balls of her feet, rocking back and forth. Clearly nervous, anxious. “I want to know why.” 

He shakes his head, the lie coming out easy, unpracticed. It should startle him, how little effort it takes for the words to slip off of his tongue, but he’s been doing this much too long for that. “I’ve been busy. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you as you want.” 

She glares, grinding her teeth. The barb hits home and he hates himself for it. He’s always been the first to reassure her that she’s not taking too much of his time, that he doesn’t mind when she chooses to spend her days at his side. He knows how her mind tells her not to bother, to distance herself so it won’t hurt when they leave, but he always tries to encourage her otherwise. 

And now he’s squandered that. Ruined any chance of a relationship that they’ve had, or could have in the future. 

His gaze slides to a point just over her shoulder as her hands clench, nails digging into her palm. She turns her head to the side, then takes a step back, clearly about to walk away from him. 

This is what he wants. He wants her to go away, to leave him alone and stop asking questions he’s not ready to answer. And since this is what he wants –– why the hell has his stomach dropped? Why does it hurt so much to see her hurting?

(He knows why. He just doesn’t want to think about it.)

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