For just a moment, he was tempted to tell her to call him Cassian. Say it was Sward's middle name or something. No. Stop. Dammit, this was more dangerous than he'd thought. She was. Because he was wanting things—like to give her more honesty and hear her say his real name. But part of what was drawing him to her so strongly was her intelligence; an innate strength he could sense in her; that she was a survivor and would make the most of any tools at her disposal. So he could even less afford to give her anything that she could research and make use of. Whether she might prove sympathetic or not. He couldn't let that be anyone's decision but his own.
Much as he genuinely wanted what he'd said. A friend.
(You have one. He's big and blunt and black and waiting for your next check-in at the shuttle. Trust no one else.)
He pushed all that aside. And smiled, and took a sip of his drink.
Setting it down—"Should we continue our game? I think you asked me about hobbies? Or we can take a break and talk about something mundane."
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Date: 2019-06-14 03:12 am (UTC)Much as he genuinely wanted what he'd said. A friend.
(You have one. He's big and blunt and black and waiting for your next check-in at the shuttle. Trust no one else.)
He pushed all that aside. And smiled, and took a sip of his drink.
Setting it down—"Should we continue our game? I think you asked me about hobbies? Or we can take a break and talk about something mundane."