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

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2nd April, 2020

"There has to be something."

"Look. Farnes, I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do for you."

"I can pay. I don't have much, but I-"

The line went dead. He was left in silence cut only by the heartbeat playing loud in his ears.

He dialled the next number.

"Hello, this is-"

"I need to speak to Elliot."

Silence. A sigh. "I'll get him on the line."

He waited, foot tapping nervously on the carpet, trying and failing to slow his breathing, and with it his heart. He reached deep into his pocket and tugged out a small piece of fabric which he then began to fiddle with in his right hand, folding it and feeling the rugged texture against his fingers and palm.

"Hello?" Elliot's thickly accented voice finally came through on the speaker after what felt like hours.

"I need help."

"Oh. It's you. Look, I already-"

"Please."

"I have a life to lead, Christopher! A family! Whatever it is, I can't help you, and neither can-"

"Please. It's Eleis, he-"

"I'm fucking eighty, and you're asking me to deal with Eleis? Get a grip. The answer is no."

Another dead line. Incessant beeping. He scrunched the fabric in his hand, frantically dialled the next number as harsh tears began to form, blurring his vision and making his eyes sting. The nervous foot-tapping turned into shifting from one leg to the other, over and over.

"Hel-"

"I need your help. Please. I can pay. Whatever you want. I'll do it. Eleis-"

"Hey, man, I think you have the wrong number."

A southern, male voice he didn't recognise came through the speaker. He fell into stunned silence. He'd typed the number wrong, in his blurry-eyed franticness.

"S-Sorry to disturb you."

He ended the call and let his hand drop to his side. The phone slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor with a soft thud as it hit the carpet. He grabbed the other end of the cloth in his now empty hand and tugged at it.

Breathe.

-

The waves washed over the sand while seagulls cawed and crowed above them, diving into the sea for fish then emerging with nothing because of the gaggle of children who deemed it wise to chase them away. They laughed, and splashed, squealing when water was flung over their head only to dunk their full face into the salty ocean anyway.

Din and Omera sat in the shade, away from the high tide, on one of the two towels Pedro had brought with him. Peri sat up above, closer to the water, but still far enough away to avoid the families and dogs. Pedro played in the ocean with Winta, who had begged for a trip to the beach. Naturally, Pedro decided his birthday would be a good day to go.

The sun was setting. The sky slowly turning pink. They'd been out for barely an hour, though, since Pedro had been busy with friends and family for the majority of the day. They'd need to be leaving soon, before it got too dark and chilly.

Pedro took them all to buy bathing suits, of course. Din had refused, he didn't care for swimming, but Peri, Omera, and Winta had each taken theirs gratefully. Even though Peri had the bathing suit, he hadn't ventured into the water at all. In fact he'd seemed fairly reluctant to even leave the house. Enough coercion from Pedro did end up being enough but it was... just something Din noticed.