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

I don't know what you're talking about.

I posted two chapters, so if you didn't see the previous one, go read that :)

As it were...

Pedro was out of ideas.

He and Din had spent I the whole night brainstorming. Trying to come up with something that might give them a gateway back to the Mandalorian's dimension. The session brought them nothing but sleep deprivation and headaches. And so did the one after that, and the one after that.

"What were you doing when it happened?" Pedro had asked, forehead planted on the dining table. His pen was gripped loosely in his hand, and his empty notebook lay flat on its spine. Progress; zero.

"I was in my ship," Din had responded, "and so was the child. We had just left Nevarro."

"So it was the aftermath of chapter eight."

"I don't like how you phrased that, but, yes."

Din himself was sprawled on the floor. He was facing the ceiling, expression void of any emotion, eyes dull and tired. Despite this, it was clear the man was deeply disconcerted. His right hand fiddled with a loose string on his shirt, and his left arm twitched restlessly. Every minute, he would readjust his position, as though shifting around would make lying on the cold hard floorboards any less uncomfortable.

"And you appeared at the convention."

"Yes. I was behind a pillar, so no one saw me appear."

With a frustrated groan, Pedro picked up his pen and, with all the strength he could muster, flung it across the room.

It hid the opposing wall with a quiet thud. Not satisfying at all.

"We have no goddamn witnesses. No clues." He suddenly felt very much like Javier Peña. It wasn't pleasant.

"We'll find something."

Oh, now you're the optimistic one?

Pedro buried his face in the palm of his hands. "This is bullshit."

"I don't understand."

"No, forget it."

Just last month, everything was normal, is what he wanted to say. But then you came along, and I'm suddenly my entire world view is turned upside down. Every part of my life is chaos. I'm stressed. I'm tired. I just want to do my job, but I'm always distracted.

Julia keeps asking about you, you know. She's like that. She wants to make sure everyone's okay. But you're in love with Omera, and as a consequence, fell in love with Julia, too.

The rest of the crew can see how stressed I am and it's affecting them. The show is suffering. We can't get anything done. Jon acts like he's fine, but the atmosphere is getting to him as well. He's just really good at hiding it.

Even with all these thoughts racing in his head, all Pedro could bring himself to do was sigh. And it wasn't helping. It wasn't helping his mental state and it certainly wasn't helping Din's.

On top of it all, Din was beginning to express interest in the fandom. It just slipped, one day, Pedro was talking and he mentioned something about the fans, and, it's all Din's been asking about.

"People really care?"

And it was sad.

"They want me to be happy?"

Very sad.

There was a genuine fascination in Din's eyes, and it wasn't like he intended for those words to sound as they did, as far as Pedro was aware... but. It is what it is.