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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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"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."

"I am so glad," Galen says. "I love you, Bodhi. We'll find a way to be together."

Even if it means rearranging the galaxy a little.

"We will." He feels surer of that now. "Together."

He kisses Galen again, meaningfully. "For now, lets conquer Eadu first."

"Right," Galen says. "Caf. And weather reports."

"One more kiss." Bodhi smiles, stealing a long, loving kiss. "Now planning."

Galen kisses him back lovingly. Okay, one kiss each.

"I'll get the weather reports and you get the caf."

Edited 2017-01-11 10:28 (UTC)