"U-uhm," the stammer has nothing to do with nerves or holes jabbed through his psyche; this time, it's pure confused. "It's, it's not?"
All right. Sure. That might not be how Cassian sees himself. Bodhi's never tried to describe his squadmates as people before (he's given Jyn's physical description to law enforcement officers on half a dozen different worlds, but the less said about those instances the better), he may have put his foot in his mouth. A dark flush climbs up his neck, spurred on by the unusually pleasant sensation of trigger callouses sweeping over his scraped knuckles.
"I'm sorry. I don't--I haven't known you that long. If I got somethi-something wrong, I..."
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Date: 2018-11-22 07:03 am (UTC)All right. Sure. That might not be how Cassian sees himself. Bodhi's never tried to describe his squadmates as people before (he's given Jyn's physical description to law enforcement officers on half a dozen different worlds, but the less said about those instances the better), he may have put his foot in his mouth. A dark flush climbs up his neck, spurred on by the unusually pleasant sensation of trigger callouses sweeping over his scraped knuckles.
"I'm sorry. I don't--I haven't known you that long. If I got somethi-something wrong, I..."