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[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?

[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?

[The question gives Cassian pause, confusion slipping through what he thought he knew about Bodhi's activities in the city. He had assumed Bodhi had been disappearing to work on his incentive and if that wasn't the case-]

That isn't where you've been going off to?

[Another moment, his immediate urge to offer to fix the problem and concern for Bodhi, but he decides to get a feel for what is going on, first. Before anything else.]

I would not risk finding out, Bodhi. You do not have to do more than you are comfortable with, but if you want to talk about why you haven't, we can figure out what you need to be able to work on it.

[Bodhi's eyes widen, as if he's surprised that Cassian is aware of his comings and goings. But of course he is.

Scratching at the side of his forehead:] No-- that's. That's something else.

[He's going to have to mull for a moment to explain that, so he focuses on the latter comment.] It's not something easy to broach--in any sense. I've always been... [Nervous, a wreck, a hot mess, he'll let Cassian decide what adjective he wants to fill in.] --and, well.

It's even harder now. Letting someone get close. My nerves just--

You may find it helps with your nerves to try something less- [He thinks about his conversation with Adam, about people overly complicating and making things messy. Bodhi seems very much the type to make things messy.]

-Complicated.

[He places a reassuring hand on Bodhi's shoulder as he had in the past, offering him hopefully some measure of comfort.]

It doesn't have to be anything more than you are comfortable with, and you can find someone you at least do not feel threatened by. You do not have to let them in, you just need to know, as much as you can, that they will not hurt you.

The idea of something serious or--involved feels overwhelming.

[He's aware now that he needs to help himself--fix himself, as much as he can--before he's fit to do anything involving other people. But a relationship? Love? Sex? Bodhi's not convinced he'd know what to do or if he'd be able to handle it if things went in that direction.

He's quiet, nodding.]

Even that entire process is difficult.

There are simpler methods to fill your incentive. Ones that don't require you to let anyone in. I can help you with them, until you feel you're ready to look for something more.

[It isn't sex that Cassian is offering. Merely contact. Extended periods of it, perhaps. Something Bodhi could handle, and might even enjoy, if they could find the right way to go about it.]

If you have not been meeting someone for this purpose, where have you been going?

[The question is gentle rather than pressing, Cassian not wanting Bodhi to feel as if he's being interrogated.]

[He leans back into the couch, looking at Cassian directly.]

What are you suggesting?

[Better to ask than to assume the wrong thing and just... ruin things, somehow. Question asked, he shifts his gaze to the ceiling.]

I have a-- [Friend? Maybe that's the right word. Maybe it's not. Bodhi isn't sure.] an acquaintance who is helping me unscramble things.

I know my schedule makes it so I am not here often during waking hours- [For normal people, not for them. Sleep was hard for them.]

But you do not have to be awake to fill your incentive. We can try something, and see if it doesn't make sleep more difficult for you. If it does, we will figure something out, but for a time, or every few nights depending on your comfort levels, we could share a bed.

[Again, in the literal sense. But Bodhi's admission gives Cassian pause, a paranoid spike throwing up warning flares.]

In what way?

[He considers the suggestion for a moment, and nods again.]

It is worth a shot. My bed should be big enough.

[It might be a little weird, at first. But Bodhi already doesn't sleep well, often plagued by nightmares. Perhaps it'll help, having someone close by, and if so, it'll help for his incentive. If not... well, it can't make things worse.]

I'm not sure how to explain what he does. [He pauses.] He uses the Force.

Good. We will give that a try.

[They can work out more details later, but for now, that paranoia flashes to alarm, and as in control as Cassian usually is, that alarm bleeds slightly into the question that follows.]

You've been letting a Force user into your head?

[His legs fall to the floor, heels tapping against the carpet. He glances at Cassian from the corner of his eyes, and then looking away.]

He's helping me.

[Which, while indirect, is a confirmation in itself.]

[Cassian closes his mouth, a stream of elaborate curses from across the galaxy racing through his mind, and the horrifying realization that not only could such interactions have compromised their missions, the Rebellion, Bodhi's fragile mental stability, Jyn and Bodhi's safety, and more- but that if this had occurred a few months prior in a different environment, Cassian would have killed them both, or tried to, to keep any of that from being a possibility.

He's silent a long moment, not looking directly at Bodhi at all for a few dragging seconds.]

You're aware of the risks? You've discussed this with him in depth? [He doesn't want to ruin things between them further. Not when Bodhi is coming to him for help.]

I wish you would have let one of us know- [If not him, then Jyn.]

It's my decision.

[His tone is firm in that moment--trying to stand up for himself, for the choice he made.]

I trust him. There isn't anything to worry about.

I know it is. Just-

[Cassian's fingers flex, his hands wanting to clench but he forces them to relax again.]

Be careful. If you let him in without knowing how to create mental blocks, he has access to everything, not just the parts of your mind you agree to.

I am glad you have found someone to help you, Bodhi. I am not trying to take that away. [It was important Bodhi knew that, but it was also important he was aware of all the risks involved.]

He isn't a creature, he's a person. People are complicated. Even if he doesn't intend to cause you harm, he could. And if he did decide to-

[He has to wonder. Force users are so rare. Is the one helping Bodhi the same man he met on the beach?]

Just be careful, Bodhi. If he decides to do anything or decides to change or sift through your thoughts and use your mind against you, there's little I can do.

[And that unnerves him more than he cares to admit. The idea of losing the shattered remnants of his crew, the only things that mattered left in his life- It was a sickening feeling. It was why he had never allowed himself to gather people he could lose. Though he had failed many times over, the loss of so many of the people he had known and grown up with in the war and especially on Scarif, paired with the destruction and sacrifice of K-2SO- Cassian didn't think he could take much more and keep going.]

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[He understands Cassian's concern--he thinks he does, anyway. Appreciates it. It's nice knowing there is someone who is concerned enough about him to broach the topic. But that's the extent of it.

Because Bodhi isn't as paranoid as Cassian. He's too desperate to want his mind back, his memories--everything. Ren's giving him an opportunity for that, and he's determined to follow it, all risks aside.]

He wouldn't do that. I'm the one who badgered him into helping me. Besides--that's against the rules.

[Cassian occasionally wishes he was capable of the surety and naivety of others, to believe that rules would always be followed just because there was a great risk to breaking them. For him, the rules were things he followed in the city, but did not put his trust in. He could not. His entire life had been breaking or watching rules be broken no matter the consequences.

He doesn't press it further immediately, but he also doesn't trust Bodhi's judgement alone. It isn't personal. Cassian trusts no one's judgement. Not even his own at times.]

Have you noticed a difference?

I get headaches after it's all said and done.

[They're not the worst. It's manageable, and figures it's not much different from the physical aches from a long run or something.]

It's hard to tell so far. I think it might be, but it'll be easier to tell in the next weeks or longer.

Keep me updated. [It's a request rather than a demand, but Cassian gives the appearance of having relented, even if he hasn't. Pushing Bodhi would not change his mind, and would only end in more distance between them. He is well aware of that.]

Whatever ends up happening in this city, you will only be leaving here if you choose to.

[It's a promise. He would do whatever necessary to keep the pilot there.]

Don't suppose you'll tell me his name?

[He makes a grunting sound in affirmation; when he has something more to share, he'll be sure to pass it along. It wouldn't be hard to do; tenuous or not, Cassian is something of a friend and Bodhi would want to share something good finally happening.]

What would there be to go back to?

[It's a bit pessimistic, but...]

Depends upon what you intend to do once I tell you.

Nothing more than I did the last time you told me someone's name.

[He's referring to Caleb, not Galen, but he assumes Bodhi will figure that out. The fact that he planned to make sure the other man wasn't a threat to Bodhi's safety and potentially threaten him was left out.

But Bodhi wasn't the only one who didn't see a reason or a point to going back.]

You can always make a new life for yourself here or somewhere else. Your future is in your hands, Bodhi. No one else's.

[He considers it for a moment, and then finally:]

Ren.

[There's some shifting in his seat.] I don't know. I don't know. I'll think about it. There's nothing left for me anymore.

[Jedha is gone, along with his family and most people he knew.]

Maybe not there, but there will be for others thanks to you.

[It's the first time, really, that Cassian has talked about their mission or Scarif since arriving in Eudio beyond figuring out when the other fragments of the crew had arrived and what the state of things had been. He still wasn't sure he believed they had succeeded, but he would never hesitate to assure the others that they had, and that the Rebellion would be able to make use of the plans they had all sacrificed their lives for.

He lowers his hand to rest on Bodhi's upper back, a firm press meant to remind the man he was there.]

You are a talented pilot and mechanic, Bodhi. No matter how impossible starting over may feel, it is still possible.

[For Bodhi who had redeemed himself, who had been through so much and fought to keep his sanity. Who had still fought to make things right even after the rebellion had fractured his mind, imprisoned and tortured him. Cassian was a war criminal. Bodhi? He was a hero.]

[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.

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.

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

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