"Are not," Jyn countered, deliberately childish and contrary, hoping to give him even just the tiniest bit of levity. She punctuated the statement with a brief, soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "To the first part. It's still new for you. I've had years to get used to it. Reacting to that doesn't make you an asshole, it just makes you human."

For her, it was sort of like she'd stiltedly tried to describe it to him some time earlier: scar tissue, a wound that was no less severe or dangerous but that couldn't be felt to the same extent anymore. She'd lost so many people. It would always hurt, but there was a numbness to it at the same time, a sense of expectation.

Of course, Cassian was an exception to that. If losing him once had wrecked her, she didn't want to think what losing him again would be like.

"I think we could, though. Make it work." Again, a tiny fragment of a smile, hopeful and encouraging. "If you're sure you won't get sick of me. Living with me, sleeping with me, and working with me, that's a lot."