Date: 2020-02-12 07:10 am (UTC)
candor1: (civ . Jyn . sleeping)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He couldn't respond verbally. With his knowledge of half a dozen languages: The words didn't exist. So he nodded.

And carefully crossed around to her uninjured side. He thought for a moment before pulling off his jacket, and yet another before toeing off his boots. Part of him wanted to keep them on, as a signal that he was ready and willing to leave the moment she told him to; but he decided, even though any local dirt on his shoes wouldn't stand a chance against the antibiotics they'd surely have her on, it was still better not to push it, or make all the med units have fits.

And, more carefully still, he sat on the edge of the mattress, his eyes on her all the way; then laid himself down, facing her, not touching (yet), to fit himself in the spaces where she wasn't.]

Date: 2020-02-13 11:57 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . that's it . down)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He took it immediately. Laying his on hers and curling his fingers just enough.

Maybe his ability to read people was, for a change, actually working with her. Maybe he just knew, if their roles were switched, what he'd be feeling. Something inspired him to say:]


Anything you want. Anything you need. Please tell me. I want to be here for you. More than anything.

Date: 2020-02-19 09:01 am (UTC)
candor1: (Scarif . smile . do you think . down)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He squeezed her hand just a little; and smiled smaller still, but with enough warmth to light a planet.

Eventually whispered,]


So. Shall we swap facts, or tell stories, or jokes, or listen to something, or sleep…?

Date: 2020-03-03 06:24 am (UTC)
candor1: (R1 . Jyn . sudden feels 2)
From: [personal profile] candor1
[He breathe-laughed, with a gentle squeeze on her hand.]

Thank you.

[Okay, then. He resettled his head a little on the pillow, tried not to be too obvious in the way he looked at her face—drinking her in; then gave her another small. He didn't expect he would be able to sleep, but he could give it a try. He moved as close to her as he could without pushing into her, matched their breathing, and closed his eyes.]