He felt wretched he'd set her up to possibly think he was going to… but he'd partially undressed, himself, so that if anyone were to barge into the grove, it would look to them like they were interrupting not a search but a tryst.
He finished draping his coat over his blaster-hand and arm. "Let's go talk."
He hadn't ever checked the apartment for listening devices. If there was one, removing it would be out of character. And his staying in character while in presumed 'private' would be all the more convincing. But, now that he was satisfied Jyn wasn't wearing a wire either, that meant they weren't going to have this conversation in the apartment.
He didn't take the lead this time but walked beside her. Clearly, so he could direct their steps while not letting her behind him where she might attack him in turn (would be more than fair) or make a break for it.
He had a feeling she wouldn't. But when had he ever been able to let his feelings guide his life?
They left the grove and the gazebo and the garden behind and walked out into the main, open sweep of meadow. In the middle of the grass, Cassian stopped them, looking in all directions.
"Okay," he murmured. "Nothing in ear's reach for anyone to hide behind." He gave a (laughably, uncomfortably, sincerely) courteous gesture for Jyn to sit. Cassian did after her. They were close enough to each other to look, to any observer, like two lovers enjoying the sunlight. They were far enough from each other for no part of them to be touching.
Without further preamble, looking at her from under hooded eyes, Cassian said low-voiced, "Where did you hear that name?"
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He finished draping his coat over his blaster-hand and arm. "Let's go talk."
He hadn't ever checked the apartment for listening devices. If there was one, removing it would be out of character. And his staying in character while in presumed 'private' would be all the more convincing. But, now that he was satisfied Jyn wasn't wearing a wire either, that meant they weren't going to have this conversation in the apartment.
He didn't take the lead this time but walked beside her. Clearly, so he could direct their steps while not letting her behind him where she might attack him in turn (would be more than fair) or make a break for it.
He had a feeling she wouldn't. But when had he ever been able to let his feelings guide his life?
They left the grove and the gazebo and the garden behind and walked out into the main, open sweep of meadow. In the middle of the grass, Cassian stopped them, looking in all directions.
"Okay," he murmured. "Nothing in ear's reach for anyone to hide behind." He gave a (laughably, uncomfortably, sincerely) courteous gesture for Jyn to sit. Cassian did after her. They were close enough to each other to look, to any observer, like two lovers enjoying the sunlight. They were far enough from each other for no part of them to be touching.
Without further preamble, looking at her from under hooded eyes, Cassian said low-voiced, "Where did you hear that name?"