His back doesn’t hurt him all the time, but it aches now, aches from the cold. Some injuries heal with a scar, some are deep wounds in your soul, but his back… His knee is good with a brace, his shoulder just needs lotion after a shower, but his back… It aches, and he’s useless with it. He wants off this planet, stupidly hopes that the Empire will discover Hoth before the month is out, but until then, he feels utterly useless.
“Relax,” she whispers into his ear, and he’s trying to, he really is, but it’s hard to relax when everything just hurts. Jyn had done this, so long ago, when he was first released from medical. They had both rubbed the soothing balms laced with bacta into the other’s skin, but Jyn’s skin had healed. His issues were deeper, all the way to the bone.
And she had learned. He had never asked, but she had learned, had studied old texts, had asked questions, had gone to every appointment. She had spent time, so much time, learning his back, his muscles… He never had to ask. She would just give him a look, like she knew, because she did know. She knew when his back ached, knew just where to push, just how hard and how long, and without fail, he felt like a new man.
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34. Returned from the dead kiss (Cassian comes back to Hoth from a month long undercover mission only to find out that Jyn was KIA during a Pathfinder mission…)
He comes down off the ship, jacket still snug around his body, when he sees Bodhi. It’s normally Jyn that greets him, always Jyn, except when she’s on a mission, which isn’t that surprising, given that the Pathfinders seem to always be on the go. He had wanted to see her, of course, had missed her, but Jyn being away… he had waited a month to see her. He could wait a few more days until she returned.
Bodhi’s face, though, it says something else. A bubble of fear settles into the pit of Cassian’s stomach, and he realizes he might be waiting a bit longer than that.
He wants to turn and run, return to his ship, because on his ship, Jyn had been waiting for him just outside, and he was going to once again try to work up the courage to tell her how he felt, and now… now everything is in turmoil.
“Bodhi…” he says, and the pilot doesn’t even look at him, just down at his hands, where he’s pulling on a rag, one he had just been using.
“Cassian, it’s Jyn, she-”
The way that Bodhi’s shoulders are shifted forward, how his face is scrunched up, how he’s unable to talk… it says it all. Others in the hanger, they’re looking at him, looking at him with pity, with sorrow, with…
Rebellions are built on hope 