As Inara settled a little closer, it occurred to him that it was a little hard to tell, sometimes, how much of her behaviour was perfectly-calculated and perfectly-calibrated to put his guard down, to foster intimacy, to put him at his ease with all the tricks at her disposal.
Some people got in their heads about it, had trouble associating with Companions off-the-clock because of it, but Cassian genuinely didn’t mind. He had the same problem, after all: he’d worn this snakeskin for so long that he often struggled remembering what it felt like to just be Cassian, Cass, not the rebel or the soldier or spy or weapon.
“You know me, sweetheart, I always want dessert.” He shifted in his seat to lean in and look at the food menu more closely. He settled on some kind of paella with shellfish particular to Bellerophon’s wide sprawling oceans, and slivers of delicate bruschetta and other small bites for them to share.
“So tell me,” he said a little while later, a flash of teeth and digging into the hors d’ouevres. “What have you been up to? Your turn to share the frustrations.”
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Some people got in their heads about it, had trouble associating with Companions off-the-clock because of it, but Cassian genuinely didn’t mind. He had the same problem, after all: he’d worn this snakeskin for so long that he often struggled remembering what it felt like to just be Cassian, Cass, not the rebel or the soldier or spy or weapon.
“You know me, sweetheart, I always want dessert.” He shifted in his seat to lean in and look at the food menu more closely. He settled on some kind of paella with shellfish particular to Bellerophon’s wide sprawling oceans, and slivers of delicate bruschetta and other small bites for them to share.
“So tell me,” he said a little while later, a flash of teeth and digging into the hors d’ouevres. “What have you been up to? Your turn to share the frustrations.”