OK! I swear I won’t keep coming back but I just saw the dialogue prompts and this stood out – “just tell me something, was it really worth it?” <3

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Sequel to this fic by @hoofgirl 🙂 ~ I strongly recommend you read that first! 

This is probably understandable alone, you should still read hoofgirl’s fic because it’s awesome 🙂

Basically, Cassian’s last mission ended with him stumbling through the mud and pouring rain, and he returned to the ship soaking wet and re-injuring his back. 

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Even though Jyn flipped over his mattress so he could sleep on the dry side and switched out his damp pillow with a fresh one, Cassian still woke up with a sore throat and stuffed nose.

And he groaned because if he ended up sick anyway, then what was the point of last night at all? He braced himself and sat up, pushing through the pain that lanced through his hip and spine. He managed to shuffle across his cabin to the wardrobe, but even that much movement had him gasping and clutching the wall for support.

A glance at the chrono told him they’d be landing in a few hours, and while at this rate he had no chance of avoiding the medbay, he’d be damned if he couldn’t at least walk off the ship under his own power. So he forced himself to dress, although by the end the pain was so bad he was dizzy with it, his head was throbbing in time with his back, and he was left staring down at his boots without any hope of tying them.

There was a horribly familiar soft knock on his door, and Jyn’s voice floated through the durasteel. “Cassian? Are you awake?”

“Yes.” Kriff. He cleared his throat, hoped she couldn’t hear the congestion in his voice. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I just wanted…” She paused. “I wanted to ask if you needed help with anything”

His face flushed with the memory of the previous night, and everything she insisted on doing because he couldn’t. He swallowed, winced, and opened his mouth to say, No, I don’t need anything, but then he looked down again at his bootlaces and the lie stuck in his throat.

Fuck, he used to be so good at this, he’d be dead countless times over if he wasn’t. Lying used to feel as natural as breathing, but ever since Eadu it became harder and harder, especially to the people he cared about the most.

“Cassian?”

He’d been quiet for too long.

“Can I… can I come in?”

She shouldn’t have to see him like this, and most of him really didn’t want to be seen. But… he realized with a pang he really wanted to see her. So selfishly, he said, “Yes.”

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