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…
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Rebellions are built on hope 