[ jyn squeezes his hand, strong even half asleep, curls tighter around him. she doesn't know what to say, in the aftermath. what is there to say after that? the last happy moments with his parents.
maybe there isn't anything else to say. instead jyn holds his hand, brushes her lips against the back of his neck before her forehead presses to the same place. she's here, that's all she can offer. ]
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maybe there isn't anything else to say. instead jyn holds his hand, brushes her lips against the back of his neck before her forehead presses to the same place. she's here, that's all she can offer. ]