"Of course," Jyn replied without hesitation, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was probably insane, actually, how much she wanted that. She liked all of the lighter things they could do and share together, ones there had been so little of in the rest of her life. Being able to talk and laugh with him, fall asleep in his arms at night and wake up there in the morning, watch him while he cooked, help him get used to reading English characters and try to pick up words in the other languages he knew — those were all like tiny miracles. If that was all she was looking for, though, she wouldn't be trying to get it with someone who she knew had as many jagged edges as she did.

He wasn't the person she had married, and yet some of those vows still held true. For better or for worse. She wanted the good and the bad. Wanted to know him in all the ways those few days spent together in their galaxy hadn't given them a chance to. Wanted him to be able to turn to her — not just as a romantic partner, but as a friend. Somehow, that felt like something even more vulnerable.

"You can tell me anything. Always. And I'll always want to hear it."