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There was pretty little that Galen had been allowed to keep from his former life. Sometimes, he suspected Krennic had only let him keep a few things so he'd always know what he had lost -- and what was at stake. Looking at the little white stormtrooper figure that had been Jyn's, he could never fail to remember that she was out there, and as long as Galen did as instructed, Krennic wouldn't go after her.

Galen was sitting in his room, work done, listening to some music (a luxury that officers' quarters afforded him) with the little stormtrooper in his hand. Everything had to be so big with empire -- a huge Death Star, large empty corridors, entirely superfluous dark towers, millions of people dying on a whim, entire species wiped out when it suited on of the higher-ups.

Compared to that, he himself, or Jyn, or Bodhi, really were mere pebbles in a stream. But Galen knew that a pebble, thrown right, could make dark towers fall. And that, he suspected, was what the Force was using him and his for. But it also meant that being close to him was an invitation for tragedy.

He had been greedy and selfish, grasping for his new love like a child with a new toy, and now Bodhi was already in it, and suffering, body and soul. Or was it that Bodhi was in it already, and then tossed at him almost casually?

Galen didn't like either version, but that was what he had to work with.

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"I make you horny." Bodhi laughs softly, shaking his head. It's sweet how Galen makes that sound poetic.

"Horny and hopeful and young," Galen says.

Bodhi strokes Galen's cheek softly, kissing him again. "And you make me feel love. A new and wonderful feeling."

Galen pulks him close and leans his face against the dark, slightly messy hair.

"Don't feel sorry for me." Bodhi turns to kiss Galen's cheek. "If we are just pebbles, it because I was waiting to get there."

"Now you are here, winter is over for me," Galen says. "I thaw. Icicles are melting."

He licks a still sticky finger. Sometimes, his jokes make it obvious that he'd fallen out of the habit for a long time

"Galen." Bodhi half laughs, half groans. "You're awful." He leans in to kiss Galen lovingly, licking the taste of himself off Galen's lips.

Galen kisses him back, forgetting any argument in that kiss.

But he still smiles into Bodhi's eyes with a sparkle he might not have seen before.

Bodhi smiles back, more at peace with himself than before. Galen soothes and settles him.

"Let's get cleaned up and talk about this hike." Bodhi might be a little keen to get out in the fresh air, however wet.

"Yes," Galen says. "I was getting weather forecasts as well so we can go when it's at least halfway habitable out there."

"This place has halfway habitable days?" He asks, not entirely joking as he pulls Galen towards the fresher. Sex in a water shower is still very high on Bodhi's list but it can wait for now.

It's oddly easy how well they move around each other, Galen thinks as he offers Bodhi a washcloth. Sharing the fresher with him is entirely natural.

"It does," he says. "Comparatively. A light drizzle with only occasional gusts of wind is beautiful walking weather."

Just as cooking with Galen feels natural the Bodhi. They fit. So fast it's frighting but they fit.

"I think I can live with that. It'll be interesting to see the landscape when it's not a series of waterfalls." He steals a kiss and rinses the washcloth, running damp hands through his hair to tame it.

Galen cleans his happily exhausted prick with another washcloth while talking.

"There is actually landscape there to see, and it's quite impressive," he is saying. "Stark and bare and inhumanly beautiful, even more so than Lah'mu, with which it shares some of the features."

Bodhi can't help but smile at Galen's relentless ability to find beauty in even the starkest of things. "Maybe one day we both get some leave. Get off-world for a little bit. If nothing else, Eadu Prime is beautiful from orbit."

Any anyone living her must miss the stars.

"We should talk about that on the hike, when we can actually see the landscape," Galen says. He smiles at Bodhi and gives a little shrug. "If there is any to look at at. Hopefully."

He rinses out his washcloth.

Bodhi catches that there's something Galen isn't saying.

And then it hits him that Galen is more or less a prisoner here. He puts the cloth down and moves to take Galen in his arms, just holding him.

Galen sags a little into the embrace, as if Bodhi's touch was taking some of the weight off his shoulders, and leans his cheek against Bodhi's hair again.

Bodhi turns just enough to kiss Galen's cheek, his voice soft and low. "You're not alone. Not anymore."

Galen clings to him, relieved and grateful. "Bodhi," he murmurs. "My pilot."

"Your pilot." Bodhi promises, cupping Galen's cheek and draws him up to a kiss. "Yours." He wants to say more but he senses here and now isn't right to say it.

"This is the best thing in a long, long time," Galen murmurs into the kiss.

Bodhi strokes his cheek, sharing small kisses and gentle touches in the small space of the fresher. He's happy to hold Galen for as long as he needs. After all, this is new and hard for both of them.

Galen just clings for a long time as the reality of the support he now has again slowly sinks in.

Bodhi strokes Galen's back, cupping the back of Galen's head to hold him. "I love you. And I'm with you."

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