•two journeys• din djarin

XIII

The telecommunicators weren't working, so the only way we could get into contact with Cara was to travel all the way to Nevarro. It was still technically night for us, so we were both exhausted, especially considering our activities before retiring. Din didn't have any of his armor on. Instead, he was pacing around the ship shirtless and sweating. His hair was a ruffled mess, and his eyelids were heavy.

"Din," I called out while reaching for his arm, "you need to sit down. You're going to give yourself an ulcer. He's a smart kid. He will protect himself. All we can do now is wait and... pray." He looked up at me, lips in a frown and eyes brimming with tears. I pulled him into my arms, pushing his head into the crook of my neck and holding him tightly. His wet tears slid down my neck as they fell from his eyes.

"He's everything to me Sind. I can't lose him." I nodded my head to show my understanding. The feelings he's experiencing were all too familiar to me, and I know the only thing I wanted was someone to hold me and reassure me. We began swaying where we were standing to a silent toon. After a few minutes, I pulled his head away and held it in my hands. His cheeks were crimson, and his eyes were puffy. My thumbs wiped away the tears resting under his eyes. He watched my every movement with great intensity. I gave him a soft smile before leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Come on Din, we should try to get a little rest before getting to Nev-."

"I love you," he blurted out. I looked up at him stunned. My mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. I'm sure with my shocked blinking and gaping mouth, I looked like a fish. His eyebrows furrowed as he searched my face, fear overwhelming his face. "I'm sorry did I say something wrong?"

"No, Din," I said while clasping his hands into mine, "I just wasn't expecting that." I sighed and rubbed my eyes, pushing my hair behind my ear before continuing. "Din the emotions your feeling can easily be mistaken."

"No, I'm sure of it. I have been. I love you." I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I tried to stifle a smile. This wasn't the time to show joyous emotion.

"And I love you too Din." I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the room. Once inside, I practically forced him to get under the covers and go to bed, locking the door from the outside as I walked out. I went to the piloting room and sat in the large chair in the middle. The stars moved quickly past my eyes, but instead of enjoying the cosmos outside the window, I sat and thought of him. I doubt he really meant what he said, and with his overwhelming level of distress, I doubt he'll remember my response. It wasn't a lie, my response, it was the honest truth, but the life of a bounty hunter doesn't allow for relationships like these, and eventually, it will come to a bitter end.

My eyelids began to droop, sadly for me, we were only an hour out of Nevarro, meaning I wouldn't have nearly as much sleep as I required. I could hear the pounding on a door from down the hall.

"Shit," I muttered to myself. I ran down the hall to our room, unlocking the door quickly and coming face to face with a dissatisfied Din Djarin.

"I require my shirt," he explained. I looked down and realized I had still been wearing it this entire night. I stepped into the room and slid it over my head before handing it to him. I scavenged for the remainder of my clothes. A shirt, pants, socks, bralette, and my final pair of underwear. I quickly dressed and turned around to see Din putting on his Beskar.

"Does that make you taller?" I asked. He looked up; eyebrows raised.

"Three Inches," he replied. I nodded my head and attempted to tame my hair. It was far past my shoulder blades at this point and too much to handle. After letting out an exasperated sigh, I stormed out of the room in search of a pair of scissors. After finding a somewhat usable pair, I pulled all of my hair into a low ponytail down my back and chopped it off, nearly a foot. I walked back to the room with my bunch of hair in hand. Din was sliding his helmet over his head as I turned the corner. I proudly flaunted my new haircut, turning around to show him the length. He stepped forward and I could feel his gloved hand run down the exposed back of my shirt. I sharp pain stabbed through my back as his fingers traced. "You might want to wear your jacket if you don't want anyone to see those." He walked past me, leaving me alone with just my bunch of hair. If I didn't want anyone to see what? I threw the hair in a trash bin and walked quickly to the lounge room. The walls were reflective enough to act as a blurry mirror.