For You Alone

Revelations

Major NSFW content in this chapter. Nudity and exploration of bodies.

Spoilers for S1 of The Bad Batch.

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"Do you know how he's doing?"

Hera gave a frustrated sigh. "He's your boyfriend, Sabine."

Resisting the urge to scowl, Sabine began pacing the commons. "I haven't seen him in two days." She winced as she said the words. Ezra might never see again.

She caught a glimpse of Hera nodding as she sat. "Do you remember when Kanan was blinded?"

Turning away from the wall, Sabine nodded. "Yeah." Her voice was rougher now. She had become so used to sleeping with Ezra that being in her own bed, by herself, was unsettling.

She couldn't even imagine what this was like for him.

"You're hiding as much as he is."

Sabine scowled and looked at Hera. "What?"

Her smile was sad. "When Kanan was blinded, I was afraid. Afraid for what it would mean for him, afraid of how it might change him. Both of us were afraid, and we spent so many months tiptoeing around it."

Sabine shook her head, resuming her pacing. "So what am I supposed to do?" Her question was louder than intended, but Hera simply nodded. "Just barge in there and act like everything is normal?"

"I don't know." Hera's admission was soft, almost whispered. "I don't know if pretending everything's fine is good, but I do know that shutting yourself out from him isn't what he needs."

Sabine released a shaky breath and nodded. "Okay." She closed her eyes. "What do I do?"

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'Okay, Bridger', he thought shakily, 'you can do this'. Slowly, he took a step forward, cursing as he slipped on something soft, falling to the floor.

Rubbing his hands on it, he groaned, resting his head against the wall as he threw the blanket back onto the bed with a strangled yell.

Balling his hand into a fist, he resisted the urge to punch the wall, opting instead to punch the bed. This cursed blindness! How was he able to help anyone in this state?

"What are you doing?"

He resisted the urge to groan again. That was Sabine. Sounding more tired than he had ever heard her. Shaking his head, he slouched down further on the floor. "Falling," he admitted.

Sabine joined him on the floor, handing him a bottle. Despite everything he was feeling, he turned his head in her general direction. "Is this-?"

She gave a small scoff. "It's just water. I'm not getting you drunk when you can't even walk."

Her humour put a small smile on his face, one that quickly vanished. "I'm sorry for-"

Sabine shifted sideways, pressing her lips to his as she straddled him. As the kiss deepened, he rested his hands on the back of her neck, tangling them in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer.

"Don't apologise," she whispered, pulling away, "I left too."

Ezra shook his head. "Because I pushed you away." He rested his forehead against Sabine's. "I couldn't face you."

Sabine gave a quiet hum. "It's both our faults then." She kissed him gently and stood, beginning to pace the room. Moving to the bed, Ezra frowned, listening to her breathing.