[ They're both home now (are they?) and it's safe here (is it?), everything's okay (please see either previous questions), but Cassian can't stop himself from returning the hug just as fiercely. Something's been done to them, he's sure of it just as much as he hates the idea of questioning anything that offers them the suggestion of safety, and yet. There's something that has left behind this lingering sort of fear that they'll be separated by a barrier too great to pass, and Cassian isn't sure if it is the same something responsible for the fact that his body isn't in as bad of shape as it could be but.
There it is.
He holds her for a while, breathing in her hair and skin and their shared laundry detergent until he feels like he won't go mad if she leaves his sight. It takes...longer than he bothers to keep track of. ]
What do you want on your burger? [ He asks, without exactly letting go, but his hold is a bit looser, now. ]
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There it is.
He holds her for a while, breathing in her hair and skin and their shared laundry detergent until he feels like he won't go mad if she leaves his sight. It takes...longer than he bothers to keep track of. ]
What do you want on your burger? [ He asks, without exactly letting go, but his hold is a bit looser, now. ]