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[thespaewife]

Morning, so, small beer?

no. mimosas.

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[seenitbefore]

maybe very small.

tiny.

what is mimosas?

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[thespaewife]

Just enough alcohol to keep it safe to drink and toast with. yes.

fresh juice and fizzy wine, poured half and half, like water but better. oranges!

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[seenitbefore]

that does sound pleasant. more so than tiny beer.

it's morning where you are?

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[thespaewife]

only hypothetically. toasting new days at dawn makes more sense than at noon.

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[seenitbefore]

if you're diurnal, sure

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[thespaewife]

ah. true. point.

[imshinycaptain]

[It's kind of a strange response, but understandable. She knows very little about the dark-eyed stranger, but if he's the sort who is praising them for a little bit of resistance, he can't be all bad.]

You headin' anywhere exciting soon?

[seenitbefore]

[ He drops his gaze quickly, and shakes his head. ] Just back to the grind, you know. [ Then, irrepressible: ] Why? Somewhere you're interested in?

[imshinycaptain]

[She looks at him for a long moment, with a slight smile.] Well I like hearin' where people are goin' and what they're gonna do when they get there. I've only ever been here.

i aten't dead

[seenitbefore]

[ He glances back up at her, curiously. ] That bothers you?

good, I am, but my ghost knows how to use the internet

[imshinycaptain]

[Kaylee's not exactly the shy type, but the interaction has gone from fun and flirty to something a little more serious.] Dunno. Maybe?

[She gives it more consideration.] I like hearin' the stories but some things aren't the same like that.

how seasonally spooky!

[seenitbefore]

No, that's true. [ A half-smile. ] Some things the story is better.

[imshinycaptain]

[She mirrors the look.]

Maybe it's better I gotta be here just fixin' everyone.

[She says it, but it sounds a little bit like the opposite.]

[seenitbefore]

[ He tilts his head, studying her face, dark eyes soft and intent. ] Where'd you go? If you were going somewhere?

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[callsign_rogueone]

Once, in an after-hours barracks debate, Bodhi'd cited couch sex as the only plausible evidence for intelligent design. All those hormones and endorphins and oxytocin swimming around in the brain and blood, and for what purpose? So two human beings can ignore one another's elbows and knees and ribs and chins long enough to share space on a narrow strip of cushions, that's what.

Been a while since he'd thought about that particular conversation. Been almost as long since he's been in a position to think about it - life with kids and pets doesn't facilitate a lot of freeform sex - but it drifts to mind now, as he tugs the scratchy afghan over his and Cassian's shoulders and wedges his calf a little more firmly between Cassian's knees.

"Ow," he chuckles, somewhere in the negative space between his husband's neck and ear and tickling hair. "Too old for this."

[seenitbefore]

"Yeah," on a contented sigh. "Probably."

His hands haven't stilled for a moment, except those few weightless, endless heartbeats before he settled back into his own skin, and he has no intention of starting now. Partly it's a nagging, irrational urge to make sure Bodhi's still there, still in one piece, himself and nobody else, but partly he's just luxuriating. "I missed you."

Which is also irrational; but God...

[callsign_rogueone]

Stillness would be bad. It could mean sleep, which has so far been the trigger behind this displacement problem. The 24 hour routine has held so far, but two exchanges doesn't make a pattern. Bodhi palms circles against Cassian's lower back, other hand carding clumsily through his hair; it's late and the feeling hasn't quite come back to his legs yet.

"I miss you," Bodhi sighs, stressing the tense. "You've just come back, and I already--"

[seenitbefore]

"I'm here. I'm right here." Though a yawn sneaks up on him even so; he feels simultaneously as though he's slept for days and as though he's barely slept at all. He stifles it against Bodhi's shoulder, follows up with a kiss. "It's okay. We're okay."

[callsign_rogueone]

"I know we are." That much isn't in doubt. The 'we' is stable, Bodhi's worried about Cassian in the singular. Waking up without them, in alien surroundings. Holding the fear and bewilderment in on his own.

Bodhi has Jyn, here with him. If the ledge he's clinging to in all this gets too thin, she'll be here to haul him up to the next handhold. And vice versa. But Cassian...

He sits up on his elbows and leans over Cassian, a blur of shadows and eyeshine beneath him. "But we need to think this through. For when...if you're not here. I just don't know where to start with any of it."

[seenitbefore]

Cassian sobers, the afterglow ebbing into a faint chill like an echo of snowfall, like the breath of a cave gaping at his back, ready to swallow him again. "I don't either," he says quietly, and reaches up to loop both arms around Bodhi's ribs, anchoring himself. "I don't - I can't do anything, that's the shitty part, I don't get a choice or any warning or--"

[callsign_rogueone]

"I know," Bodhi says, again, uselessly, "And we don't know why. Or for how long."

He trails off, lowers himself down so most of his weight pins Cassian against their (defiled!!! a voice that might be Neph's or might be K's screams) couch, rests his forehead against the bridge of Cassian's nose. "I keep thinking, on this side of things you're safe. Even if it's not you, we can keep the rest of you safe. But when you're over--out--there, in that fight..."

[seenitbefore]

This maneuver leaves him ideally placed for Cassian to kiss his nose. "So far I just sit in my room all day. Pretend to be practicing my ciphers or whatever. It's not like I'm out there with the Klingons shooting lasers at me."

[callsign_rogueone]

A grumble works its way from Bodhi's throat, creases his brows and scrunches his nose beneath the kiss. "You joke, but that's exactly what I keep thinking." he says. "This other person - shit, god, we need to come up with something to call him - he's dangerous. I don't see him hanging back if this goes on forever. "

And if Other Cassian puts himself in a situation where their Cassian wakes up under fire, where the unthinkable happens, there's no assurance the right consciousnesses will be shuffled back to their appropriate bodies.

It's possible Bodhi's thought this through a couple thousand times.

[seenitbefore]

"Yeah, see." His voice sharpens, comes into focus. "You wonder why I'm worried about you guys the whole time, stuck with Creepy Space Me." You're never sorry, Bodhi's halting voice says in his memory, soft and sour.

I need to think them through. Orders, I mean. You, you let me.

God.

He tightens his arms around his Bodhi, solid and reassuringly steady on top of him. "He's scared of him - the guy, the - the other you..."