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

Too quiet.

Eleis,

Before Abbi died, she told me about someone that you used to know. Robert? She said that you two were together. Not to judge, mate, but just wondering why you told her, and not us. I know you two were close, but we're your friends too.

Gabe

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There were three thoughts in Pedro's mind.

First, that Din looked so vulnerable. A quivering bottom lip, tears in his eyes. Second, was how small he looked. How tiny. How he hunched over himself and rocked back and forth on the couch with one leg shaking. Third, and final, was how incredibly alive the child was.

Not a puppet, not an animatronic, there was no one behind a remote control, the child moved of his own accord in the same way that any child would because he was real and living. He blinked, and took a deep breath, and suddenly he was crying and none of them knew what to do especially not Din whose arms trembled so bad that Pedro feared he'd drop the child but he didn't, he held a tight grip and he wasn't going to let go, but the child was crying and they needed to do something.

"He doesn't recognise you," Morgan said. "He's never seen your face." And of course, because that made sense, and why didn't they think about that? Why didn't they think to bring the armour, or at least the helmet?

"Say something to him," Chris said. "Maybe he'll know your voice?"

Din opened his mouth, but no sound came from him, no sound from anyone else, no sound except the bang bang bang on the door, and they knew, and everyone knew, Morgan told them to shut it and go hide and even the kid knew to be quiet. They squeezed together in the bathroom, Din's breathing was ragged as he held the child to his chest and Christopher was as pale as the white wall behind him.

Pedro peered through the crack in the bathroom door. He saw a woman, a blonde woman, jaw-length and curly hair with such a piercing gaze that a shiver travelled down his spine even though she never once glanced in his direction.

"It's Heidi," Pedro whispered, as loud as he dared, which wasn't very loud at all. He watched as Morgan trembled, and as Heidi's gaze swept the room.

"I have a gun in my backpack," Chris whispered in a shaky voice, very close to Pedro's ear. "We just need to distract Heidi long enough so Morgan can escape."

"Not if she kills all of us!" Pedro hissed.

"She'll kill all of us anyway if we stay here. Please, Morgan is my friend."

Din opened his mouth to speak but just as he did so, Heidi's accented voice could be heard on the other side of the door.

"I know you're harbouring them," she said. Her accent was faded with the years spent in America, but still strong enough to be identifiable. If he hadn't known she was German already, he would've guessed it now. "I saw them enter. I didn't see them leave."

Morgan trembled. Heidi's hand rested on her holster.

"If you give them to me," she continued, "now, I will spare you. If you don't, and I find them here..."

"We need to do something," Din said. Chris released his breath. "I can take Heidi on, and I know multiple ways we can escape."

"You don't have your armour," said Pedro.

"I've been in worse situations."

"Din, your arm is broken!"

"They found the kid. They took care of him. If I can save their life, I will. Christopher?"