Rebelcaptain prompt: misunderstandings or jealousy (Angst and mutual pining is my jam ✌️)

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Thank you so much for the ask!! Sorry it took this long- I hope you see it 🙂 This also might be a loose-ish interpretation of the prompt, but I hope it’s still okay ❤ 

This is also for @leaiorganas, @ibonekoen, and @literatiruinedme, who asked for a kiss (spoiler alert) 🙂 

Second chapter of Fair Enough, which itself is a sequel to this fic by @hoofgirl. 

Written with this piece of fanart (by @kelsuhart) in mind

[Content warning for depression and thoughts of self-harm]

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Even though he told Jyn over and over again she didn’t have to make it up to him, that she didn’t owe him anything for the loss of his field clearance, she seemed determined to try. When he was finally allowed back in his own quarters, he found three new thick blankets folded at the foot of his bed, and a humidifier in the corner releasing puffs of steam into the air every thirty seconds. 

“Where did you get that?” he said as she closed the door behind them, taking his cane from his hand and beginning to pull his jacket off his shoulders. 

“It’s to help your breathing at night,” she said, which pointedly did not answer his question. 

“My breathing’s fine,” he said, although he allowed her to put away his coat and pull the covers back from his bed. He sat down, mostly to humor her. It was too early to go to bed now. 

“And this will make sure it stays that way.” She knelt by the little machine and fiddled with the settings. 

Cassian considered having Kay return it from wherever she got it as soon as she left, but quickly gave up on that line of thought, because as sure as Hoth was cold Jyn would just steal it back. 

She puttered around his quarters for a while, touching and straightening random things, seemingly reluctant to leave, until she ran out of things to adjust and just hovered awkwardly by the door. 

“So. I’m shipping out tomorrow.” She sounded almost defensive about it, like she expected him to resent her. 

“With whom?” And he didn’t. He liked to think he was above that sort of thing, and above the unproductive worry about her safety. Jyn could take care of herself, and if not, many other sentients could protect her as well or better than he could. 

“The pathfinders need some extra hands.” She fiddled with the strap of her belt. “It won’t take long.”

“I hope all goes well,” he said, trying to convince himself it didn’t matter how long she’d be gone, it wasn’t his business. 

“I’ll be back soon, I promise,” she said. 

“It’s okay.” He paused, and after some hesitation added, “I’ll be fine.” 

Her brows lowered. “I know you will.” 

“Be safe.”

She actually looked up at him at that, and her hand dropped from her waist. “I will.”

He dipped his chin in a nod. She nodded back, then turned and left. He tried not to wince at the sound of the door closing behind her. 

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