At the back of the house there's a garden, fenced off with wooden palings. It's not large enough to get lost in, even, he suspects, in high summer, which this evidently isn't. But there's room to stand and breathe the cool, moving air, where he doesn't have to look anyone in the eye for a while.
The kids - the girl he does/doesn't recognize, and a gangly boy who vaguely resembles Bodhi - have been bustled off somewhere, out of the house, off the premises. Out of his reach, clearly, which is a sensible precaution on the part of their parents. He'd probably do the same, if he were -
Cassian shies off from that thought again. Focuses on the slight chill of the breeze, the faded green of the shrubs directly in front of him, the back of the outbuilding in his peripheral vision. There's a path between it and the house proper, leading back toward the street, the rows of similar houses, blocks of them he remembers glimpsing from the kitchen window without consciously registering them.
He has nowhere to go, and they know it: Jyn-who-isn't-Jyn, Bodhi-but-not-Bodhi. But he's grateful for the breathing room.
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Date: 2018-12-15 04:04 am (UTC)The kids - the girl he does/doesn't recognize, and a gangly boy who vaguely resembles Bodhi - have been bustled off somewhere, out of the house, off the premises. Out of his reach, clearly, which is a sensible precaution on the part of their parents. He'd probably do the same, if he were -
Cassian shies off from that thought again. Focuses on the slight chill of the breeze, the faded green of the shrubs directly in front of him, the back of the outbuilding in his peripheral vision. There's a path between it and the house proper, leading back toward the street, the rows of similar houses, blocks of them he remembers glimpsing from the kitchen window without consciously registering them.
He has nowhere to go, and they know it: Jyn-who-isn't-Jyn, Bodhi-but-not-Bodhi. But he's grateful for the breathing room.