Where Jyn couldn't bear to look, Argi poked his head up instead, carefully observing Cassian (she could no longer think of him as Joreth - Joreth had never existed, and it caused her heart to constrict painfully to think, again, that none of what they had was real), his head tilted to the side. The cat grumbled a judgmental little noise, and Jyn quietly shushed him.

The distance between them was relatively small, but it might as well have been light years keeping them apart.

She gathered enough composure - enough courage - to glance at him, and didn't know if it made her feel better or worse to see him look as wrecked as she felt. Despite everything she had overheard, and how hurt and angry and conflicted she felt about it all ...

She still wanted nothing more than to bridge that gap, carefully curl her arms around him, and reiterate that for better or worse, he was the man that she had married.

But she didn't. She couldn't.

"Hi."

Wasn't sure you were gonna come back.