Jyn held her breath as he leaned in, the gesture slotting into that same category of familiar-but-new that so many things had in the last day. He was himself, but they were starting over. She'd spent so damn long here, and so much had changed, but he — wanting him, missing him, loving him — had been a constant throughout, even in his absence.

For a moment, she stayed still, then figured to hell with it. They'd just decided this was going to be something. She didn't have to keep herself so contained. Stepping forward, she slipped her arms around him, half to apologize for having pulled away so abruptly before, half just because she wanted to.