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[bodhing]

[He looks back at Cassian with wide-eyes. He can be told this so many times, but it still means a lot. Because it's somewhat hard to believe. He doesn't know anything for certain, he wants to believe--

But it's not always easy.

But Cassian seems to believe in him, in what they did, their success--

He needs him to. Makes it easier to believe as well.]

You're right.

[Maybe. He's not entirely sure, but he doesn't want to express his doubt.] I'll figure it out.

[doandordie]

If you find it's something you need help with, or you ever need to talk through it, I am here.

[Though as he says it Cassian lets his arm drop, getting to his feet.]

It's late. I've had a long week. I'm sure you're tired, too.

[It sounds like the start to a dismissal, like he's asking Bodhi to leave, but he moves to the door as well, a gesture with a tilt of his head suggesting Bodhi follow.]

Tonight is as good a night as any to see whether or not this is something that will work for you.

[bodhing]

[He might have been reluctant to mention it earlier--but he can't deny he's exhausted. Has been for a long time--he had thought that he would be able to sleep easily now that he was here, but it wasn't always the case.

There were too many nightmares that plagued him, that woke him up in a panic and cold sweat, sometimes with screams.

He's not sure if having someone with him will help--maybe it will, maybe it won't. But the attempt is worth it, if only for the prospect of furthering his incentive. Would he be kicked out if he didn't? Even if he knows he's just seconds away from his death back on Scarif. (That was assuming he wasn't actually dead; Bodhi wasn't always convinced that this wasn't some iteration of an afterlife.)]

Alright, yeah.

[He wanders off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, change into pajamas, and once done with that climbs into bed, taking the edge closer to the wall, buried under blankets.]

and then I lost my tag somehow and lazarus was disabled. thanks dw/chrome

[doandordie]

[Cassian gave Bodhi a few minutes to get ready before he followed into the other man's room to find him already under the covers and tucked up by the wall. After months of sleeping on boxsprings, he wasn't sure how well he would sleep on the too soft surface of the mattress, but he was willing to give both it and this a try.

There was a chance none of this would help either of them, but Cassian couldn't allow Bodhi to be sent home, and he had been far less successful in his own efforts than he had anticipated at the start.

He pushed the covers back, sliding in behind Bodhi and moving close until his chest was against the pilot's back, an arm slipped around him loosely, just a constant pressure against Bodhi's side.]

At any point you need me to leave, just tell me. [No feelings needed to be spared. He wanted to help Bodhi, and if this didn't do that, there would be no point to it.]

[bodhing]

[It's a strange feeling, having someone close like this. But he trusts Cassian, and he's warm and solid against him. It's oddly comforting.]

I'll let you know.

[The words are muffled from his blanket, but as the night progresses he doesn't have to tell Cassian to leave: he quickly falls into a deep sleep, for once not plagued by the awful nightmares.]