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"I couldn't sleep, much to... Chiani's? Chara's? chagrin." He gives a soft, apologetic smile to the rather grumpy looking Pantoran pilot that seems to be guarding him. He smiles again at Bodhi, then pauses, looking at his hand. Without thinking he reaches out and takes it, examining the wires and the bare metal structure. Not covered with synth-flesh like some of the more extravagant models, but passable. Workable. He could still fly.

"You were injured on Scarif?" He asks. Of course he was. Jyn had been, too. And so had the others that had rescued him from Eadu- Cassian, Chirrut, Baze. Their names firmly cemented in his mind as those he owed his gratitude to. He does not answer as to why he is here, on this base, guarded, because that much should be obvious.

He's a prisoner of war, awaiting trial once all is said and done. One of the Empire's most valuable research scientists. And probably the most wanted man in the galaxy now that he had revealed the weakness of the Death Star.
"Are you on duty, or would you like to join Chitari and I?"

Bodhi nods, noticing the pilot for the first time, greeting them with a small smile. The hand is still something he's getting used to -- the wires and nerves, that work just as well as his own flesh and blood one. Even if they'd offered to give him something more, as if they could, or would on a defected pilot, not even of their own, he wouldn't take it. He twitches his fingers in Galen's grasp.

"Yeah, uh. There was a grenade, on the ship. I threw it, but not far enough, cause some shrapnel and some of the explosion, well." The burns were not serious, the hand had been the big one. "They couldn't save it." It had been his hand, or life. They went with the later, he couldn't complain much. And he hadn't even been as bad off as Chirrut had been. They'd all been in various stages of near death, when they'd been pulled off the beach. None of them had even thought that they'd make it back alive.

But they had, and they'd been able to see their efforts paid off when the Death Star exploded in the sky, thanks to some brave pilots.

Okay, it had been a dumb question. He just hadn't expected to see him up and out, so late. "Sure. I mean, no. I'm not on duty. Just couldn't sleep, either. I'll join you."

Galen doesn't let go of his hand. He holds it tight in his own, thumb still tracing against the wires, caressing it much like he once caressed Lyra's. Much as he had wanted to on Eadu, when the smallest whisper of affection was a dangerous curse. When Krennic was still... He shakes his head, but does not let go, tracing up the back of his hand with his thumb.

"Then walk with me. Chitani, would it be permissible...?" He looks over at the Pantoran, who scratches at the yellow tattoos on her cheek, an irritable look on her face.

"Fine, whatever, I need sleep anyway. Not like a scientist and a pilot can take over the galaxy." She grumbles as she waves her hand away, leaving Galen in Bodhi's charge. A grin splits Galen's face as he gently brings Bodhi's mechanical hand up to his lips.

"I have missed you, Bodhi Rook."

Bodhi watches the alien woman depart, blinking after her. He opens his mouth to ask if she's always been so... nice, and trusting but the words die in his throat when Galen presses his lips to his metal hand. His face heats slightly as something flutters in his chest at the openness. So many stolen moments on Eadu, when they'd had to be careful -- now they're standing here in an open hallway where anyone could walk by.

Granted, it was late so there was less of a chance of that, but...

His other hand goes to Galen's shoulder, solid and warm and real. He swallows thickly as happiness spreads.

"I missed you too, I -- I thought I was never gonna see you again."

Edited 2017-07-08 04:11 (UTC)

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