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[bodhing]

Do you remember that program on the comms that allows you to connect with people? Someone wants to go to dinner with me. That's strange, isn't it.

text;

[doandordie]

It's a program designed for people to find compatible partners for building toward your incentive. Not that strange, just keep your wits about you and don't answer any questions that seem like they're digging too deeply.

If you give me their number or username I can run a quick check.

[bodhing]

I don't see a number associated with the account, but the name is Caleb Smith. That's strange, right? An occupation as a surname. Surely it's fake.

[His paranoia is your fault, dude.]

[doandordie]

[Cassian would be pleased. Bodhi and Jyn could both do with a little more of it.]

I'll take a look.

[A few minutes of digging through the network and poking around the man's history later, and he's confident enough to give a preliminary report.]

Seems he works with technology and at something called Banshee's Records. I assume some form of memory storage, but I'll look into it later. No immediately apparent Imperial ties, seems to consistently use the same name. He doesn't appear to be a threat and I can't find evidence he's lying about his name. Doesn't mean he isn't just covering his tracks well.

My previous warning still stands, but if you're having dinner in public you should be fine. If you get into trouble, you have my number.

text;

[unanticipate]

My father is gone.

[ She can't make herself say the words. Text was the only viable option and even that took her much too long to type out. That made it real, didn't it?

There was no hiding from it. She had to accept it. ]

text; encrypted

[doandordie]

Did he mention anything to you about leaving?



Are you in your room?

[unanticipate]

No. Not even a note.

Yeah.

[ Back to laying on the floor. ]

[doandordie]

I'm coming in.

[True to his word]

text; backdated before the move in together

[unanticipate]

Meeting someone named Joshua Faraday.

[ AKA 'gimme what you can on him before I meet him face to face'. ]

1/2

[doandordie]

Very little information available.

No known employment. Housing unknown. Potential rough character but as far as I can find, no record of criminal activity in the city.

Nothing you can't handle but keep your guard up.

2/2

[doandordie]

If you do need backup you know where to find it.

[unanticipate]

Thank you. I should be fine. I'll keep you posted.

[doandordie]

Have a good time.

end of april

[bodhing]

[It's fair to say Bodhi hasn't talked a lot with Cassian lately, beyond his usual quiet. However, this is less stubborn angry-cold silence as it is him doing his own thing. At least twice a week, he's gone off to meet with Ren, who still seems to be willing to help him with the request he's asked of him. He's not seen any changes yet, apart from the lingering headache that comes from having someone digging around in his head, but it's not the sort of thing where he's expected to see instantaneous results.

When he's not been doing that, he's worked on constructing the robot dog that Cassian gave him, and even attended a class or two at the university. Between his own activities and Cassian's work schedule, there just isn't a lot of overlap.

One evening however, he finds Cassian at home and lingers in the doorway rather than entering the room he's in.]

I have a question.

[doandordie]

[Cassian had come to the conclusion that Bodhi was just finally filling his incentive. He had made attempts to follow the pilot, but had not pressed further than that. Their relationship had been tenuous and uncertain since Cassian betrayed Bodhi's trust a second time with the destruction of his uniform.

The robotic canine unit he had given Bodhi had seemed to at least repair things between them enough to return to the level of uncertain coexistence, and Cassian continued not to press the pilot, letting him rebuild and figure things out on his own, while trying to make it clear he was there for anything either Bodhi or Jyn needed.

When Bodhi's voice comes from the doorway, Cassian looks up from his partially dismantled blaster, a routine bit of maintenance his distraction from his downtime. After three separate trips into the catacombs ending in disorientation and lost time, he was taking a break from digging, for just a few days. ]

I might have an answer.

[He pieces the blaster back together and sets it aside, looking to Bodhi when he's done. There's room enough for Bodhi to sit if he chooses to, and Cassian offers while waiting for the question to come.]

Do you want to sit down?

[bodhing]

[There's some hesitance--Bodhi slightly swaying in the doorway, barely imperceptible, as he considers whether he wants to sit down. After a moment, he decides he probably needs to--if only because this conversation might end up being awkward at best, and awkward and uncomfortably long at worst.

Better to at least be grounded in a seat, lest he pace on top of the inevitable fidgeting.

He enters the room slowly, shoulders hunched a bit, and when he sits on the couch, it's with his knees tucked to his chest. He'll inevitably stretch his legs out in a moment, but for now this is more comfortable.]

Since you kind of work for the city... at what point, do you think, they might reprimand me for not working on my incentive?

[bodhing]

[A few days, copious drinks, and little sleep later: Bodhi finally decides it's time to reach out to Cassian again. He'd started cooling off when he woke up the next morning, but things were too tense in the house to bother reaching out to anyone. Things don't seem quite as bad now--or at least, he assumes that now is a better time.]

Where are you? Can we talk?

[doandordie]

[Cassian was nearing the end of his shift at work. He'd avoided confronting either of his roommates after the mess that was his drunken admission and attempt at sharing any amount of the feelings and motivations that had been driving him to the actions he took around them.

He was tired of making mistakes at every turn in his attempts to be something better, someone more whole than he was. He debated ignoring the text, staring at the notification on his phone for a few minutes, intermittently between his paperwork.

Eventually he gave in and pulled his phone across the desk to answer.]

If you want. About to leave work.

[bodhing]

[Bodhi doesn't answer after that; he's already a couple blocks away from Cassian's work, so simply heads straight there. He finds a ledge to sit on near the front of the building. Hands folded in his lap and gazed trained on the sidewalk, he waits.

And waits.

And is zoned out enough by this point that he doesn't notice when the front door opens.]

[bodhing]

[When he'd started this conversation, he'd been in the middle of attempting to work on his droid project with Cassian. His good/bad decision, while effectively relaxing him, made it too difficult with unsteady hands. The fact that he's managed to type coherently is a marvel within itself.

It doesn't take long before he has to abandon the project temporarily, letting Cassian continue, in favor of bundling up in his bed to continue talking to Ren. Normally this would not have been a problem; it's just that in his current state, it's hard to be quiet as he writes. Mainly, he's mumbling to himself as he reads what Ren wrote, occasionally making a sound in response, and mumbling his way through his writing.

No big deal, except Cassian is likely able to overhear at least part of it, even if Bodhi has his back to him. This makes for a doubly embarrassing conversation to have had, but that'll be his problem later.

Eventually though, he locks his phone and lets it lay on the bed beside him, intent on trying to doze off, but that's something that comes easier when he's not alone on the bed.]

[doandordie]

[In other circumstances, Cassian might have saved Bodhi from himself and removed the phone from his hands, but he seemed content, even relaxed in his bed, and Cassian refused to cross the boundaries from concern to interference unprovoked.

That didn't stop him from quietly listening in as Bodhi half relayed the conversation in his less clear-minded state. He had given Bodhi the only warning he had asked for with regards to the things he put in his system, and left Bodhi to determine whether or not it was worth it after he had experienced it first hand.

As he finished deconstructing the torso of the droid Bodhi had put so much work into, he set it aside to watch Bodhi for a moment, his roommate quiet now that the conversation had evidently ended, but clearly still awake.

He set aside the robot and the bed sank under his weight, Cassian laying on his side beside the other man, wondering how much Bodhi realized he had said, and how much he hadn't said. The cracks caused by his going behind Bodhi's back seemed to have smoothed some, and he was chancing that Bodhi letting him back in the room meant that he was also fine having his human dream catcher joining him there again, though it comes several long minutes after Bodhi has gone quiet.

He shifts, and rests a hand on Bodhi's shoulder to see if he's still awake and let him know Cassian's there.]

Are you done for the night?

[bodhing]

[Being angry at Cassian for too long is exhausting. They've said what they need to, come to a resolution that works for both of them. It's because of that Bodhi is not only willing--but glad--to have things move forward in a positive direction. 'Normal' just isn't the right word, not for them, but it is nice having Cassian back on the bed.

That was relatively new in the grand scheme of things, but he'd slept better as a result and it proved to be a successful way for him work toward his incentive without having to do anything.

But his mind is elsewhere, between the substances allowing him to feel things he was too tightly wound to feel otherwise--and partly due to the conversation he'd just had.] Yeah. Gonna try sleeping.

[Though in the minutes following he's not managed to fall asleep. That's fairly normal, really, but if he stays quiet maybe it'll come and spare him from his wandering mind.]

[bodhing]

[In the couple days following, things have continued as normal. It's a good thing; Bodhi doesn't feel awkward around Cassian, or nervous, not more than he tends to be in general. Despite that, he feels the need to address what happened. His inhibitions might've been lowered, he might've felt braver at the time--but he hasn't forgotten.

If anything, it's something that's lingered with him.

It's early in the evening when Bodhi emerges from his tinkering, and when he sees Cassian in the living room en route to the kitchen for a glass of juice. Once he has it, he joins Cassian on the couch, sitting at a normal, comfortable distance from him.

For several minutes, he's quiet, listening to the news while sipping his drink. When a commercial break comes, he glances over--] How are you?

[doandordie]

[Cassian looks up only briefly from his phone when Bodhi sits down, listening to the news while browsing the network. He had not mentioned what had happened since the night they had worked on the droid, but it was more out of respect for Bodhi than anything else. He wasn't sure how the man felt about how events had gone, and was assuming it would just be left unspoken about after the first couple of days.

When Bodhi speaks, Cassian glances over and leans back into the couch, one of his smaller, more genuine smiles greeting the question.]

Well enough. [He could leave it at that, but he was trying to engage more in casual conversation. Try his hand at actually bridging connections.] I have some reports I need to work on over the weekend.

And you?

[bodhing]

I'm well, too.

[He's felt better over the past couple days than he has in a long time. He almost feels...well, normal. More relaxed, less tense. His head even feels a little more clear than it has in a while. Ultimately, it's refreshing.

Cassian's assistance is likely a contributing factor, he realized this earlier, but didn't know how to broach the subject. If he should at all. And yet, he finds himself bringing it up without the encouragement from anything but himself.]

About the other night. [He licks his lips idly, chewing on the bottom one as he turns his gaze back to the television.] It wasn't an imposition on you, was it? [He knows Cassian was doing him a favor but he wouldn't want that to be the only reason, not with something like that.]