[A quick grin—easy and warm, so incongruous with his spy and captain faces, a glimpse of the person he might have been if not for… everything. But not alien to Jyn, 'cause when he did it at all, it tended to be to her. He accepted the towel, dried off quickly but not rushing, the cursory scrub to his hair leaving it wild, and finally, after a hesitation, wrapped it around his waist; thinking it a bit silly to cover up now, not wanting her to think either of them need hide now—but ultimately it was just where it best went for walking into the other room.]
The heating's pretty good, for Hoth, but… you know. I have things you can borrow. Or… you know. Blankets.
[Trying so hard to neither suggest nor not suggest. Like this was perfectly normal and they'd done it many times.
'Cause… that was an achingly good imagining. Comfortable and easy and having known her all his life.]
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Date: 2019-12-09 10:56 pm (UTC)The heating's pretty good, for Hoth, but… you know. I have things you can borrow. Or… you know. Blankets.
[Trying so hard to neither suggest nor not suggest. Like this was perfectly normal and they'd done it many times.
'Cause… that was an achingly good imagining. Comfortable and easy and having known her all his life.]