He was. [He appreciates those words far more than any placating or apologizing Bodhi could have attempted. After a moment, his arms wrap around Bodhi from behind and he rests his forehead more evenly on Bodhi's shoulder with a slow, painful exhale.
After a moment of silence, he slips away and moves to take a seat, waiting for Bodhi to finish with the tea. He could leave it at that. He doesn't need to share. Bodhi has no reason to need to know the details of his life. But Cassian closes his eyes with his head bowed and loses himself in memories.]
He looked out for me. [He was the only one, save the passive looking out that Mon Mothma had attempted and failed over the years.]
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After a moment of silence, he slips away and moves to take a seat, waiting for Bodhi to finish with the tea. He could leave it at that. He doesn't need to share. Bodhi has no reason to need to know the details of his life. But Cassian closes his eyes with his head bowed and loses himself in memories.]
He looked out for me. [He was the only one, save the passive looking out that Mon Mothma had attempted and failed over the years.]