With a pout meant solely for Jyn, Bodhi steals one last swipe of cookie dough then holds his hands up in mock surrender. "No more, I promise," he says, following Jyn with his eyes as she joins Cassian at the laptop. He watches them speak to each other without even really speaking, catches the glance they exchange and the brief few seconds of tension before Jyn speaks up again. It isn't until she looks back at him that Bodhi's curiosity wins out, and he goes to peek over her shoulder, his brows practically lifting to his hairline when he sees the selection of houses listed in the browser.
"Those are houses," he says. Never mind the fact that he's stated the obvious, that's hardly his biggest concern at the moment. Bodhi looks from Jyn to Cassian to the screen then back to Jyn. "Are you two looking for a bigger place? I didn't know that."
It makes sense, he supposes, the apartments Darrow assigns to its residents do leave something to be desired and anyway, it'd be nice for them to have the space, even if neither of them are really the sort to run up clutter. If he could afford it himself, Bodhi thinks he might like to do the same thing: be a bit more removed from the madness, to enjoy what peace would come with living farther from the city. One of the things he'd love most about his delivery flights was the quiet, the chance to look out at the stars without having to spare a thought for anything else.
He'd stopped doing that toward the end, of course. It'd be nice, he thinks, to get that back.
"That one's nice," he says, pointing at one of the images on the screen, then another. "Oh, but that one is, too. You're in for a tough decision, looks like."
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"Those are houses," he says. Never mind the fact that he's stated the obvious, that's hardly his biggest concern at the moment. Bodhi looks from Jyn to Cassian to the screen then back to Jyn. "Are you two looking for a bigger place? I didn't know that."
It makes sense, he supposes, the apartments Darrow assigns to its residents do leave something to be desired and anyway, it'd be nice for them to have the space, even if neither of them are really the sort to run up clutter. If he could afford it himself, Bodhi thinks he might like to do the same thing: be a bit more removed from the madness, to enjoy what peace would come with living farther from the city. One of the things he'd love most about his delivery flights was the quiet, the chance to look out at the stars without having to spare a thought for anything else.
He'd stopped doing that toward the end, of course. It'd be nice, he thinks, to get that back.
"That one's nice," he says, pointing at one of the images on the screen, then another. "Oh, but that one is, too. You're in for a tough decision, looks like."