"I always trust you now," Cassian says. He's trusted her implicitly since Scarif. It's strange to think that he also fell a little in love with her then too, though the first he noticed far before the second. It's his own judgment, his own merits he doesn't trust but it's too late by far to say Jyn shouldn't trust him. It'd be callous, given that they're married. He just needs to turn that allowance inward.

"You're the only one I trust with all my loopholes." He scrunches up his face, realizing that it sounds suggestive out loud rather than sincere, but he hopes Jyn understands.

To make up for it, he leans over to kiss the top of Jyn's head and spends a moment with his arm around her, just holding her close for the simple fact that he can. The hardest words have already been exchanged, though he doesn't expect everything to lighten back to the conversation they'd had before dinner. "The food's gone cold. Want me to heat it back up?"