He wanted to. So much. So much, that he suddenly forgot which impulse he was supposed to fight: the urge to kiss her or the fear to. Which one did he go with to be triumphant…?

"Not you," he whispered back. "Me. Don't trust me, Jyn. It'll hurt you."

That was too honest. Too much to say. He only just had the wherewithal to finish: "My work will always come first. It has to."

It was both the cover story and completely true.