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

Look at me.

I've placed an * in bold before and after a potentially upsetting scene. It was only experimental. Let me be very clear: you do not have to read it. It was for experimental purposes only.

Pedro is a real person. We should treat him as such. RPF has its boundaries and the scene below was most certainly pushing them.

This being said, there is some well-deserved non-angst at the end :)

Another week passed.

Jon would visit every day, for which Pedro was grateful. Everything was fine - Pedro's arm was healing, and though it still hurt like hell, it would recover eventually. He slept fine enough.

The issue lay with the Mandalorian. Every time Jon walked through the doorway, Din would make a brilliant display of being incredibly annoyed. And he would do so until Jon left.

It wasn't a huge issue, until one day, where Jon didn't visit at all. Instead, Pedro received a text on his new phone.

I'm sorry I didn't come over today. I don't want to make Din uncomfortable, so I thought it would be best I stay away for now.

And it sucked. It fucking sucked. Jon was being driven away because Din couldn't control his damn anger.

And, sure, fine, he had every right to be angry. But not even bothering to hide it? Being perfectly capable of staying in his room until Jon left but purposefully deciding not to?

"Din."

"Mm."

The Mandalorian didn't look up from his notepad. His phone was sat to the left of him, and every now and then he would glance up at it to read, then take some more notes.

Pedro was glad to see him taking the time to learn about Earth - but they needed to talk.

"Jon texted me."

Din didn't respond. He only scratched another few words into the paper.

"He said that he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he won't be visiting anymore."

"Good for him."

Pedro clenched his jaw. "Din."

"Mm."

Pedro took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He shoved his hands into his pockets and rolled his neck, hearing it crackle from the tension.

"You're driving him away," he said, taking a step closer to where Din sat. "On purpose."

Still, the Mandalorian did not look up. Pedro crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his fists into tight balls.

"Look at me," Pedro said softly. "I need to talk to you."

Din stopped writing, for a moment, but then the moment passed, and he continued to take his notes.

The room suddenly felt very hot. Pedro uncrossed his arms, letting them fall to his side. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to focus on the outside sounds of cars driving by.

When he opened them again, Din was still writing.

"Look at me," he said again, but this time his voice was firm. He took another step forward. But still, Din refused to even so much as spare a glance.

The feeling began in his chest, then began to spread upward through his neck and his jaw, up to his forehead and seeping into his brain. Pedro felt his eyes widen and his face flush a violent scarlet. His heartbeat grew faster with each passing moment that Din's pen hit the paper. The soft scratching became louder, invading Pedro's hearing, and it was all he could focus on.