The warmth, the weight, the texture of the throw against his skin, pull him out of sleep. He's still curled up, tucked into a narrow space that might as easily be a moonbase bunk as his old hideout in the corner by Rex's couch. It's quiet, he hears someone breathing -
Cassian blinks and stirs, and then his heart swoops dizzyingly. His own house. His own living room, the familiar crocheted zigzag afghan tickling his nose, and his husband - he doesn't bother finishing the thought, just grabs for Bodhi's hands, getting tangled in the blanket in the process.
"Hey," he says, breathless as if he's been running, "hey, hi, c'mere--"
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Date: 2019-04-24 06:09 am (UTC)Cassian blinks and stirs, and then his heart swoops dizzyingly. His own house. His own living room, the familiar crocheted zigzag afghan tickling his nose, and his husband - he doesn't bother finishing the thought, just grabs for Bodhi's hands, getting tangled in the blanket in the process.
"Hey," he says, breathless as if he's been running, "hey, hi, c'mere--"