[ There's a wry bark from him that is the closest thing that most anyone will get to a laugh. He had walked himself right into that one. But not only that, he can pick out the teasing amidst the mocking. It should be a surprise considering how Nebula's tone errs on the side of sharp and blunt. But maybe he can pick it out because of the time they had spent together as gods.
For some reason that thought is more comforting than he expects it to be even as he watches her stiffen at what he says.
A part of him waits for her to protest and a part of him readies to tell her that he means what he says in spite of whether or not it was something she was ready to hear or not. But then she doesn't. His lips lift at the corners, softening the expression on his face. ]
I think you're on your way to that.
[ And that's of course when the still yet to be named kitten mews. Cassian's gaze flits down towards the creature in his lap. ]
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For some reason that thought is more comforting than he expects it to be even as he watches her stiffen at what he says.
A part of him waits for her to protest and a part of him readies to tell her that he means what he says in spite of whether or not it was something she was ready to hear or not. But then she doesn't. His lips lift at the corners, softening the expression on his face. ]
I think you're on your way to that.
[ And that's of course when the still yet to be named kitten mews. Cassian's gaze flits down towards the creature in his lap. ]
He thinks so too.