doandordie | IC Inbox

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.

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.

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.]

[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.

[While he waits for a response, he sets the phone down in favor of starting water for tea. The message is waiting for him when he returns, and he reads it over a couple times to calm his nerves.]

Thank you, Cassian. I will be in touch if things go poorly.

Be in touch regardless.

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. ]

Meeting someone named Joshua Faraday.

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

Did he mention anything to you about leaving?

Are you in your room?

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.

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

No. Not even a note.

Yeah.

[ Back to laying on the floor. ]

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

Have a good time.

We'll see. He doesn't know what a galaxy is.

I'm coming in.

[True to his word]

[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.

[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.

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