"Oh skies, if they didn't… I guess they'd get the ship," he kissed her temple, "and I'd get the apartment," he kissed the other one, "and you'd have to ferry back and forth."

He'd kept the apartment for official purposes. That was where any mail to him was sent and he picked it up once a week. He knew it was pointless paranoia—again, whatever had brought him here was so powerful, it would hardly be fooled by what was on paper, and Jyn hadn't kept the location or her habitation of the Falcon a secret—but it just went against Cassian's whole nervous system to openly state to the public and the powers that be where he was actually living.

For the self-defenses classes, there'd be a lot to figure out, but brainstorming could wait until they got home.

Yes, Jyn, home. Which is exactly what he'd wanted. And you've already achieved.