Still unsure of what to do with his arm, Cassian's hand ends up settling at the back of the chair Jyn is sitting in, fingers loosely curled around its topmost edge. She sits up straight and Cassian feels himself bracing, uncertain what she's going to say or do.
The question she asks has him blinking. "Twenty-one." He hasn't figured out how to reference the calendar, here, in terms of when her birthday would be.
closed to jyn
Still unsure of what to do with his arm, Cassian's hand ends up settling at the back of the chair Jyn is sitting in, fingers loosely curled around its topmost edge. She sits up straight and Cassian feels himself bracing, uncertain what she's going to say or do.
The question she asks has him blinking. "Twenty-one." He hasn't figured out how to reference the calendar, here, in terms of when her birthday would be.