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

Eh? Perdón?

18th Feb 2020

They were in the car.

Pedro was driving. Every now and then he would push his glasses back up his nose, but that was the absolute extent of his movement besides the turning of the wheel.

Din sat in silence in the passenger seat. The scarf was itchy, and the beanie was hot, and the sound of passing traffic was going to drive him insane.

But it was important he sit through the ride, and without complaint. Pedro was stressed enough as it was. He didn't need Din's input.

After the events of the previous day... they both decided it might be best to leave the apartment. People knew where he was, so he needed to go somewhere else - and stay there until further notice.

They left the apartment at night. Jon had already taken the intruders to a hospital. All they had to do was pack, then leave.

Din didn't know how long they'd been driving for, but the moon was still in the sky. It couldn't have been long, but still felt like hours. Pedro's car, as nice as it was, was not spacious. It was claustrophobic, but neither of them wanted to risk rolling down the windows.

So they sat in the stuffy uncomfortable silence.

While Din was grateful for the change in scenery and living somewhere larger than a small apartment, Pedro appeared to be... less than pleased about it. Even though it was his idea in the first place.

Nothing about it was ideal. They'd be further from the set, so Pedro would have to leave earlier in the morning so he could get to work on time. And then he'd arrive back later, as well, as if he didn't already come back late enough. Schedules would be adjusted. The only semblance of sanity in their lives would be disrupted.

And on top of that, Din had still not given Pedro the note. After everything... it felt like the wrong time. And sure, maybe it was just a goddamn excuse to delay the inevitable. But... he just didn't want Pedro to be any more upset than he already was.

He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turned white. Pedro was an actor, so he could hide any emotions racing through him at any given moment, but they shared a face, Din could tell when something was wrong. And something was definitely wrong. Or at least... off.

At least there were distractions. That being... well, the outside world, he supposed. Seeing parts of Los Angeles he hadn't seen before. People walking around, with their strange choices in clothing - honestly, weren't they cold?

"We'll be there in a minute."

The sudden voice made Din jump. Pedro hadn't so much as sighed since they packed, and his voice sounded croaky and harsh.

Din wanted to respond, he wanted to say something that might help, even if it was just to relieve the tension built up in the car. But he wasn't good with words. That was always Cara, or Kuiil... when he was alive.

Instead, he hummed in acknowledgment, then stared out the window.

The city was pretty at night. It was nothing compared to a place like Coruscant, but it was nice. Comfortable, even. Then again, any place that didn't send hunters at your ass would be comfortable.

And yet, he thought bitterly, somehow, even in a different dimension, people are after me.

Stupid.

It was all stupid. Everything was stupid. From the moment he was engulfed in that bright orange light and found himself on Earth, everything had become stupid. Even his little semblance of self had become stupid. With emotions overrunning his brain and making him act irrationally.