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

Butter

27th March 2020

Nothing much... happened in the next few days. Every morning, if he could, Din would visit Omera and Winta in the hospital. Omera was fully ready to be discharged but they hadn't yet because, well, she hadn't anywhere to go. Pedro had talked about having her and Winta stay in the house, but... even Din could see that he was reluctant. The house was getting crowded. Still, what else could they do? Din would rather die than see Omera and Winta with Christopher.

So when the third day arrived, they needed to make a decision quickly. Pedro was fast to speak up.

"You can stay with us," he said. "I don't have any extra rooms, but, we can figure something out..."

It then occurred to him, that, they hadn't met Peri yet. The doctor had been staying home, not wanting to be an intrusion. What would they think of him?

...Not that he cared, he just... didn't want them to be overwhelmed. So many new people in such a short amount of time.

"Are you sure?" Omera asked, with that sweet, caring voice. "I wouldn't want to intrude. I know Winta can be a handful and especially during such a stressful time..."

But Pedro insisted. And Din... was okay with it. More than okay with it. If he didn't know any better he'd say he was excited.

...Or, maybe he was excited. Just a little. But he wasn't about to admit it.

"I have some spare mattresses lying around somewhere," Pedro said. "I don't think you should sleep in the living room, though. It's cold down there at night. You reckon you'd be okay sleeping in Din's room?"

Now, that, on the other hand... was not very exciting. Omera was okay with it. Winta was, too. Din didn't know what to think at all. He was fine with the idea of sleeping around others, Mandalorians in the covert didn't exactly have separate bedrooms, but this was Omera. What if he accidentally kept them awake at night with his tossing and turning? What if he woke up screaming again? The thought put a chill down his spine, he couldn't be responsible for their lack of sleep-

But he didn't voice any of this. He decided that... he would cross that bridge when they got to it. If they got to it.

That day, Omera was discharged from the hospital.

Din walked with her to the car. Held her hand down the stairs. Did his best to level his breathing, but gods, his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly even think-

Eventually, though, they were at the car. Winta reached it before any of they did, which was... cute. It was cute that she was so excited, despite the situation she was in.

Din helped Omera into the car, let her sit in the front, next to Pedro. Explained the seatbelt, then helped Winta with hers, too.

Felt nice. Felt good. Being able to help. Aid them with settling in. Getting used to everything. It felt good to listen to Winta's ramblings, even though he knew she was only doing it to cope.

They were adjusting so quickly. He imagined, though, if only one of them had come through... it would be an entirely different story.

Eventually the car pulled into the driveway, and Din was feeling more hopeful than he had felt in decades.

Strange.