It was a fair point, they had been spending literally all their time together, as if constant contact might protect them against parting.

But Cassian knew it wasn't only paranoia, keeping him rapt to her side. He loved being with her. He loved that they could spend time in the same room not talking, barely looking at each other, doing their own tasks; and then, at any moment one could make a comment and they were in sync again. He loved learning gardening from her, teaching her recipes, tinkering together with the ship, walking this little world. He loved that they were occupied with these peaceful tasks. He was addicted to holding her. He loved making love with her. He loved when one read to the other or they listened to something together. They'd yet to have a fight, which would either be very terrible or highly unlikely, because he loved that their disagreements were usually resolved with actual logic and/or Jyn's particular dry humor. He didn't love when either of them wept or screamed, but he loved that they were able to do so with each other and able to be there for each other.

"You're right," he said, pressing his grin into her hair. "Gonna be hard pressed to find more hours to spend with you."