Jyn wasn’t at their apartment when Bodhi got home from work. It was slightly suspicious, which made Bodhi think that she had probably heard him and was probably avoiding him.
Bodhi sat on the couch with a notepad and a pencil. He tried to outline the tattoo and to sketch it as accurately as he could. Maybe if he could show the symbol to somebody they would know what it was.
As Bodhi suspected, he was not a good artist. The proportions looked... Wrong. Bodhi couldn’t quite get the shape right. He needed to see it again. Bodhi took out his phone and sent a text to Jyn.
Bodhi : Where r u?
Surprisingly, the reply was almost instant.
Bodhi: When r u coming back?
Bodhi: Okay. Have fun sleeping in the rain.
Bodhi groaned. Jyn could be so aggravating sometimes. He placed his phone on the table and was about to get up for a snack when he heard the doorknob wiggling. Bodhi stood quickly and pressed his ear to the door. The door had no peephole so he couldn’t see who it was without opening the door. The person outside swore softly, in a language that certainly was not Standard.
“Jyn?” Bodhi said, knowing it was probably not Jyn but some robber that was going to burst in here and kill Bodhi and then—
“Bodhi?” They called. “Can you let me in?” Bodhi opened the door a crack and found himself staring at none other than Cassian Andor. Bodhi opened the door wider.
“What are you doing here?”
Cassian shifted awkwardly. “I need a place to stay.”
“I just—Look. Do you trust me?”
Bodhi raised an eyebrow. “Do I trust you?” He repeated. “I met you two days ago,” Bodhi stated flatly.
“Fine,” Bodhi huffed and stepped aside to allow Cassian into his apartment. Bodhi shut the door after Cassian had entered. Cassian glanced around warily, as if someone was going to leap out of the shadows.
“You okay?” Bodhi asked.
“Yeah,” Cassian said. “Do you have a phone I can borrow?”
“Sure.” Bodhi handed Cassian his phone. “I’ll be in my room.” Bodhi exited the living room, giving Cassian some privacy to his phone call. Whatever was going on in Cassian’s personal life, he hoped it would end before Jyn came back. Bodhi dreaded to think what Jyn do to if she came home and found that Cassian was here. He sighed and leaned against the door. He didn’t really have anything else to do, so as he sat there, he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between Cassian and whoever was on the other side of that call.
“... found me.... What do you mean how? It’s obvious. We have a mole.... A mole. Someone who spies on us and gives information to the Empire.... Right... I understand..... Bodhi? No, I don’t think so..... No, I’m not saying that because—...... Fine. Say hello to Organa for me.” Bodhi could faintly hear Cassian place Bodhi’s phone onto the table. Bodhi stood and opened the door.
“You hungry?” He asked.
“No,” Cassian answered. “Just tired.”
“Uh, I don’t have a spare bed, but you can take the couch. It’s a little cramped at the moment with me and Jyn—“
“Jyn lives here?”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
Cassian blinked. “Right,” he said. “No, of course not, I just—“
Bodhi waved him off. “It’s fine. So, couch?”
Fortunately for Bodhi, Cassian did not snore and Jyn did not come home that night. Bodhi stayed out of her room just in case she had magically appeared in there (who knows, she could’ve climbed through the window), which unfortunately meant Bodhi had to sleep on the floor. In hindsight, a sleeping bag would’ve been a good investment, as there was only one bed and one couch in the apartment.
Currently, Bodhi was sitting on the floor staring at Cassian as he slept. Bodhi wondered if Cassian could tell that he was staring at him. He hoped not. Cassian looked quite peaceful as he slept. His body still held some tension, as if he were ready to leap up as soon as he woke. Bodhi thought about what Cassian did besides “manage” the bakery. Did he have a nice home? Parents? Siblings? A wife? Or maybe... a husband?
Bodhi shook himself. It wouldn’t do any good to have those thoughts. He rolled onto his back and tried to get some sleep. He needed to sleep.
Cassian was already up when Bodhi awoke. Bodhi sat up slowly and sat there blankly. At some point, Cassian had pressed a cup of coffee into his hands. Bodhi stared down at the steaming cup. Graciously, he nodded towards Cassian and raised it to his lips.
“Thanks,” Bodhi said.
“It’s the least I could do,” Cassian replied. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments while Bodhi drank his coffee. Cassian, had presumably already drank a cup or didn’t drink coffee. “I should be going,” he declared.
“Wait,” Bodhi said, scrambling to stand. “Can I see your wrist?”
“My wrist?” Cassian repeated.
“Yeah. Um, your left wrist please.”
Cassian frowned. “Why?”
“I want to see your tattoo.” Cassian opened his mouth, but Bodhi cut him off. “If you say you don’t have a tattoo I swear to god I’m going to walk over there and prove you wrong.”
Cassian sighed. “Fine,” he said. Cassian rolled up his sleeve and showed Bodhi his left wrist. There was the weird fleur-de-lis from before. Bodhi wanted to touch it, but he wasn’t sure that would be appropriate.
“What is it?” He asked.
“A tattoo,” Cassian said sourly. He rolled his sleeve back down. “Happy?”
“Great.” Cassian swung open the door to revel Jyn Erso. Surprised, Cassian walked backwards as Jyn walked into the apartment. Jyn crossed her arms.
“Cassian Andor,” Jyn said flatly. “What a surprise.”