[fun is weird and strange, still so rare that it even feels like it shouldn't be allowed. after all he's done, maybe getting to experience the pure joy of sledding shouldn't be a thing?]
[but for once, for the entire ride down, cassian shoves those thoughts aside and lets himself just enjoy it. if finn can do it, so can he.]
[he even decides that next time, he's going in the front.]
[the landing is, just as suspected, less than smooth. they take the last turn too hard and fast, but finn's whooping is the fuel to the risk, so cassian doesn't even care. the sled skids in with quite a few big bumps, and the final jump angles them sideways enough for the sled to tilt over and spill them both with enough force that they actually roll over in the snow.]
[cassian lands on his back, and the fact that it doesn't even hurt his old wounds him lets him laugh again. just - laugh. a real laugh while he lays there in the snow like a child.]
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[but for once, for the entire ride down, cassian shoves those thoughts aside and lets himself just enjoy it. if finn can do it, so can he.]
[he even decides that next time, he's going in the front.]
[the landing is, just as suspected, less than smooth. they take the last turn too hard and fast, but finn's whooping is the fuel to the risk, so cassian doesn't even care. the sled skids in with quite a few big bumps, and the final jump angles them sideways enough for the sled to tilt over and spill them both with enough force that they actually roll over in the snow.]
[cassian lands on his back, and the fact that it doesn't even hurt his old wounds him lets him laugh again. just - laugh. a real laugh while he lays there in the snow like a child.]