(Cassian had worried a bit about that when he asked. One of the things he treasured most about Kay—one of the reasons he never tried to "correct" that byproduct of the reprogram, along with possibly not being a good enough slicer—was Kay's direct, unfiltered honesty. What a contrast to the rest of Cassian's existence of diplomacy, tactical truths and outright lies.)
The answer, though… yes, too—in a way—simple to have occurred to Cassian on his own… and just…
Speechlessly, Cassian placed his palm on Kay's plating, and just took a moment.
Finally, he cleared his throat. His voice was still a little thick when it came. "Okay. …Well… when I was on my own, before I had you to keep me company on flights, I'd keep the HoloNet tuned onto children's programming." It was the only thing reliably free of what he got enough of at work. "My favorite show involved talking loth-cats."
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The answer, though… yes, too—in a way—simple to have occurred to Cassian on his own… and just…
Speechlessly, Cassian placed his palm on Kay's plating, and just took a moment.
Finally, he cleared his throat. His voice was still a little thick when it came. "Okay. …Well… when I was on my own, before I had you to keep me company on flights, I'd keep the HoloNet tuned onto children's programming." It was the only thing reliably free of what he got enough of at work. "My favorite show involved talking loth-cats."