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@jyn.erso

[realists]

[ late in the evening after things seem to have calmed down: ]

Were you sleeping at the safehouse?

[testflight]

[ late in the evening after cassian and then maine have saved his butt: ]

I was.

[realists]

You can stay with Cassian and I

[ maybe lead up would be better but jyn brought him to the safehouse the first time and now it is not safe so she is compelled to bring him to a new safehouse. which happens to be her... safe house. ]

[testflight]

[ that. is not at all what he was expecting. it's kind and, yes, he hasn't known her or cassian to be anything but kind in their actions, but — ]

Oh, no, I couldn't.

[ he wouldn't want to impose. ]

[realists]

You could.

[ there is a long pause, implant equivalent of the typing ellipses ]

My best friend left and we have an entire side of the house empty.

[testflight]

[ after a nearly equally long pause: ]

Are you sure?

[realists]

Yeah

It's honestly too big for us, we could invite half the Displaced but I don't like them

[ #honesty ]

[testflight]

[ there's an implication there about liking larry and that, more than the offer, has him feeling unsure.

how can she? how can they? ]

But you're all right with me in your space?

[ the other displaced are —gorgeous, bright, more pleasant on the whole than he is. (larry's perspective may be skewed.) ]

[realists]

Yeah

You get it

[ the invisible scars war leaves behind. larry won't look at her askance the morning after a nightmare probably. she has had a fair few after antarctica. ]

[testflight]

[ oh.


that actually makes sense. that's something he can grasp. ]

Then
Thank you.

[realists]

No problem

[ her inability to accept gratitude strikes again ]

I can meet you somewhere

[testflight]

I think I know how to send my location via this.

[ a moment later: location ping. ]

[realists]

Thanks

[ a couple seconds of math later: ]

10 minutes my train is running late.

[testflight]

I won't move.

[realists]

[ ten minutes later, jyn shows up, looking a little disheveled but that is generally how she always looks. polished is not her thing. ]

Hey. Cassian is making fish, do you like fish?

[testflight]

[ he hadn't realised that food would be included in this offer, too. maybe he should have, but it still catches him off guard, has him open and close his mouth once, twice. ]

Sure. Yeah. Fish is nice.

[realists]

Good.

[ that satisfies her.

it needn't be every night but cassian tends to make too much food for just the two of them already, too used to cooking for four maybe, for the various strays that jyn brings home. ]

He likes to cook.

[ for not the first time, jyn sets off walking, trusting larry and his long legs will follow and easily catch up. ]

[testflight]

I used to cook a lot. For a friend of mine, mostly.

[ there's an offer in there, maybe: to cook for her and cassian, to do something to repay them the kindness of taking him in.

but if cassian likes to cook, maybe he shouldn't impose. ]

[realists]

[ jyn doesn't often brighten, not a wholly effusive person, but her head cants to look at larry and a small smile settles on her features. ]

Maybe you can cook together?

[ shoves friendship at cassian. ]

[testflight]

[ that is an option larry hadn't even considered.

after a beat: ]

If he'd like.

[realists]

Or you can take over my cooking nights. I just get take away usually.

[ she shrugs, easy and unashamed of her lack of ability in the kitchen. she can make toasted cheese and brownies but cooking is too... variable. "add salt to taste" infuriates her, she wants exact measurements, like a chemistry experiment. ]

Whatever you lot want.

[testflight]

I can do that, anyway.

[ and then whether he joins cassian sometimes or not can be up to cassian. that seems like a good solution. some way that larry can repay this, even if it'll never be enough. ]

[realists]

[ walk walk walk, jyn still isn't the type of person who finds it necessary to fill silences with idly chatter but the walk isn't incredibly far before they reach the financial district. ]

I stole it, the apartment.

[ in case he starts to wonder how this gremlin can afford to live in all these opulent highrises. ]

[testflight]

[ ... huh. it seems like a non-sequitur to larry, for now. later, it'll make sense. ]

How?

[realists]

There was this weird collective lucid dream, back when we first arrived. The city just like this but with monsters... [ so that was familiar at least ]

Daisy and I were hungry so we broke into someone's house and raided their pantry and I carved our names on the door. We wanted to see if anything we did actually meant something. [ they were just going to go back as see if the marks were still there! instead, ] When we woke up our names were on the lease.