Of course it doesn't. [ so blithe. so blasé. she won't give poe an inch because she knows she'll let him take a mile because he reminds her of a certain rebel of her own.

the tiny smile stay on her expression like a ghost. jyn isn't used to smiling, especially on purpose, but it's strange how someone who is just as disastrous as she and cassian are can still have faith in her ability to not fuck up this objectively Good Thing. she feels

ugh, she feels hopeful. ]

I should get back. I told him I wouldn't be more than an hour and I know he read my note when I left.

[ because she didn't speak to him, she just ran away like a panicky child and hoped he would stay half asleep until she closed the door. it's baby steps, alright. ]