[ She's jealous of how she can be like that. Of how Mari can touch and cling so effortlessly, like two years haven't passed and nothing's changed at all.
It makes Kanan self-conscious. And conscious of Mari, too. She's conscious of Mari all the time. After two years apart, having her back -- and so close, overwhelming all her senses the way only Mari knows how -- can almost be too much. She always gets caught up in the scent of her hair, or how soft she feels. She always gets caught up in how this is more than she deserves.
Of course, she'd die before she tells Mari any of this, so instead Kanan resorts to flomping down on the bed with her face in the pillow and groaning, I suuuuck. ]
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[ She's jealous of how she can be like that. Of how Mari can touch and cling so effortlessly, like two years haven't passed and nothing's changed at all.
It makes Kanan self-conscious. And conscious of Mari, too. She's conscious of Mari all the time. After two years apart, having her back -- and so close, overwhelming all her senses the way only Mari knows how -- can almost be too much. She always gets caught up in the scent of her hair, or how soft she feels. She always gets caught up in how this is more than she deserves.
Of course, she'd die before she tells Mari any of this, so instead Kanan resorts to flomping down on the bed with her face in the pillow and groaning, I suuuuck. ]