[He stops halfway into the living room, grip tightening on her hand where she's holding onto him, a perplexed expression on his knit brows.]
Jyn. [She hadn't sad anything, and she was acting off. There was concern climbing into his tone, but he doesn't budge.] What's going on? Talk to me. [He tries to redirect her. The balcony has fresh air. Maybe that'll do her more good. He can only guess.]
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Jyn. [She hadn't sad anything, and she was acting off. There was concern climbing into his tone, but he doesn't budge.] What's going on? Talk to me. [He tries to redirect her. The balcony has fresh air. Maybe that'll do her more good. He can only guess.]