Jyn felt her stomach drop uncomfortably when he let her go, like the swoop of unexpectedly leaving hyperspace, her face still flushed with what she realized now, to her horror, was something close to shame. She was so stupid. Sure, she hadn't rolled into his space intentionally or even consciously, but she had then stayed there, selfishly taking more of something that hadn't been offered to her. Just because they'd once shared that kind of easy intimacy didn't mean they would again. That hadn't been him, as he was now. Thank the stars she hadn't done anything more than curl up beside him, but it was still bad enough to have been nestling into his shoulder like that, soft and clingy in a way she normally would never let herself be.
She rolled to her back and looked up at the ship's ceiling for the span of one breath, then two; then, abruptly, she pulled herself to her feet, unable to bear looking at him. "I'm sorry," she said. He'd asked her last night to say what she was thinking — yes, that had really happened — and she did mean to try, but dragging these words from herself was painful. "I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, Cassian."
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Jyn felt her stomach drop uncomfortably when he let her go, like the swoop of unexpectedly leaving hyperspace, her face still flushed with what she realized now, to her horror, was something close to shame. She was so stupid. Sure, she hadn't rolled into his space intentionally or even consciously, but she had then stayed there, selfishly taking more of something that hadn't been offered to her. Just because they'd once shared that kind of easy intimacy didn't mean they would again. That hadn't been him, as he was now. Thank the stars she hadn't done anything more than curl up beside him, but it was still bad enough to have been nestling into his shoulder like that, soft and clingy in a way she normally would never let herself be.
She rolled to her back and looked up at the ship's ceiling for the span of one breath, then two; then, abruptly, she pulled herself to her feet, unable to bear looking at him. "I'm sorry," she said. He'd asked her last night to say what she was thinking — yes, that had really happened — and she did mean to try, but dragging these words from herself was painful. "I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, Cassian."