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I toss and turn all night. It's been a few weeks since the prison and ever since then, there's been tension between me and Mando.
Not like bad tension but tension and stars do I hate it. A part of me just wants him to say what he's thinking and the other part is terrified of what he is thinking.
My stomach starts to growl and if I'm not going to sleep I might as well eat. I sit up mindful of the kid who still insists on sleeping on my cot.
I reach around finding the button that opens the door. When it opens Mando is sitting at the table and it scares me bad. So bad I jump.
My hand goes to my chest, "What the hell are you doing there?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"Kriff you scared me." He's not wearing his usual armor. He has his helmet on but he just has a simple grey shirt with grey sweats. No gloves exposing his tan skin. I now become aware of what I'm wearing. I have on the shirt he gave me a few weeks ago. The shirt is large and it goes to my thighs covering the shorts I have on.
"Sorry. What are you doing awake?"
I stand up, "I was hungry and I couldn't sleep either." I grab the crackers out of the cupboard and I sit at the table across from Mando. "So you were just sitting here?"
"Yes." I nod and take a bite of the cracker, "Kid asleep?"
"Yep."
"At least somebody on this ship can sleep."
I smile, "Still won't get out of my cot though." If he didn't have a helmet on I could almost promise you he smiled. "Are you sure you eat? Because you're only in there for like 4 hours a day and that's not enough time to sleep and eat."
"I don't sleep much."
"Neither do I, not since the war ended and I was left to finally process everything I saw." Okay Aurora overshare much.
There's a silence and my words hang in the air.
"Me too, in a way." I look up at him making eye contact with his visor and he looks down. "Were you uh- were you just a spy?" He asks almost like he's scared. Scared he pushing. Asking things he shouldn't be.
"No, I uh I was a commander too, I would fight in the battles I'd be in the x-wings. I remember that day on Endor when we won like it was yesterday. This whole weight got lifted off my shoulders. I resided on Naboo and it was boring. I mean on rebel bases I was respected and admired and then I was...nobody."
"You're not nobody," okay now this catches me by surprise, "I-I respect you." He looks back into my eyes. Then I start to wonder what it looks like through the helmet. So I ask.
"What do you see? Through the helmet. Like is it clear like I see or it everything...enhanced?"
