He looked down, quite clearly blushing. "Well… it's mutual." Glanced back up in a way that could be called shyly, shooting her a smile. It had… bothered him? worried him? been noticeable to him that every time they got into their quarters, all he wanted to do immediately was take her in his arms. He was doing his best just to let himself enjoy it without obvious resistance—preemptively bracing himself to lose it. (Not just 'cause she'd probably be able to pick that up.) He'd had and lost before. Better to have at all, right?

(Even if it made it so much harder to come back from.)

Watching Argi, a similar lump rose in his throat, which he pushed impatiently back down. At least, with the cat, there was a reason to treat him primarily as Jyn's, not his own.

"What do you think… should we sit out here for a bit and see if he joins us?"