[ she wriggles right in, tucking herself against him and soaking in the closeness, his breath across her cheek. he smells good, like soap and warmth and memories that aren't all bad. jyn doesn't get this close to people, physically or emotionally, but she and cassian had never managed to have much in the way of personal space. ]
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You should come with me next time.
[ her eyes close, words coming slowly. ]