the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

Stunt Double™

Pedro could tell Din was getting worse. But at least the phone provided a temporary distraction.

Truthfully, Din hadn't woken him up at all last night. Pedro hadn't slept.

He was beginning to drift off when he heard whining from the room opposite. His first thought was that someone had broken in, but the more he listened the more he recognised what was going on.

Deep down, he already knew. That the Mandalorian was dealing with nightmares. It didn't feel any better to think about when his suspicions were confirmed.

And then the whining turned into yelling. It broke his heart. That Din was going through so much, and all Pedro could do was stand back and watch.

It was strange. Din was so much more like a teenager than he would have ever thought. But he supposed it made sense. How long had he been repressing his emotions? Must've been decades. He couldn't imagine how it felt to suddenly have all of that rushing back at you, all in one go.

He was about to get up and help, really, he was. But it seemed Din woke up on his own, and had hopped into the shower.

Good. He probably needed it. And he definitely deserved it.

Then Din knocked on the door. 

This, Pedro was not expecting. 

He almost expected to see a young boy, asking to spend the night in his bed, because he couldn't sleep. That's what it felt like. Like caring for an emotionally repressed child.

But then he opened the door and it was just Din, an adult, concern laced in his eyes. He didn't voice that concern, but Pedro saw it.

He already looked healthier. His skin was red from the heat of the water. It was almost like nothing was ever wrong at all.

But then his eyes adjusted and he saw the dark bags, the scratches, the scars accumulated from battles. And he reminded himself that, yes. Something was terribly wrong.

And he couldn't fix it.

.~.-.~.

"Do you really want to come to the set?"

There was silence. Din stared up at him and blinked. "What?"

"Do you really want to come to the set?" Pedro repeated. He pushed his hands into his jean pockets to avoid fidgeting.

"I thought it was too risky."

"Yeah, well." He shrugged. "Jon said it would be fine. As long as you don't get in the way of anything. Or talk to any of the crew. They've been told that you're my stunt double."

Din blinked again. "Stunt double?"

"What, you expect me to do all that cool shit that you do? I'm weak. I'm a baby. I have a stunt double so I don't injure myself."

The Mandalorian squinted, seemingly having difficulties processing what was being relayed to him. "You couldn't just train?"

"I mean, I could, I guess... I did a lot of my own stuff in Narcos... but have you seen me? I'm a chub."

"You're not chubby."

"I feel chubby."

"You're not."