thank you so much for sending in a prompt, they’re great for warm-ups! this one inspired me almost immediately, so here you go!!
“What did you expect?” she asks, half-hysterical and slightly tipsy, shoving her clothes into her pack with an even greater desperation now that Cassian’s entered the room. “What did you expect from me, Cassian? Tell me! What did you expect?”
He holds his hands out in front of him, soothing noises in the back of his throat. This doesn’t happen too often anymore, but defusing these situations is second nature, his body moving before his mind catches up. These attacks had been happening ever since Scarif; often, alcohol tends to be the trigger, especially when he’s on a mission and she’s by herself.
The last mission he’d been on had gone longer than expected. He knows Jyn worries when she doesn’t hear from him every couple days, but he’d been in too deep to risk transmission. Now that he’s back, two weeks later than he should have been, he suspects that’s where these insecurities stem from. With a little bit of booze, her mind has told her that he’d abandoned her.
“If you are leaving,” he says gently. Many of the insults and words she spits when she’s like this have no meaning to them. She’s speaking out of fear, the trauma of her past overcoming the logical parts of her brain. He knows this – he doesn’t blame her for it, will never blame her for it. “I expect you to at least say goodbye before you go.”
“Goodbye, then,” she snarls, slamming the closet door shut. The echo of the bang resounds through the quiet room. She shoulders her pack and tries to move around him, but he stands firm in front of the door, determined not to let her leave until she’s calmed down a bit more. If she still wants to go once she’s thinking rationally, he’ll let her. “Would you move? I did what you expected – aren’t you happy?”
“How am I supposed to be happy when you’re trying to leave me?” he asks frankly. “I don’t want you to go.”
“That’s what they all say,” she mutters, trying again to dart past him and reach for the lock. “Nobody wants to leave me until they do.”
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