Jyn's been looking for an excuse to leave this party since it started. Seeing Bodhi sneak out when no one was looking seems like as good a reason as any.
She's not obvious - how many times in her life has she had to tail someone? - when she follows him to a storage room several corridors apart from the main hangar, where the festivities show no signs of slowing. There's a voice in the back of her mind telling her to shove off and leave him alone, but she's already opening the door and slipping inside.
She thinks it says something about their relationship that he doesn't look the least bit surprised. He inclines his head and she joins him on the floor, their backs against opposite storage crates, their legs touching slightly. They sit in silence for a long time until cheers echo from the hangar and they both glance toward the door.
Bodhi says, "It's kind of shit how we're the most socially awkward people in the Rebellion and they decide it's a good idea to have a party in our honor."
Jyn smirks. "You know Chirrut is loving this."
He laughs. "Alright, yeah. Probably K-2, as well."
Jyn sits up from the wall, mimicking the droid's perpetual slouch. "There was a 99.999% chance of failure." She mocks. "It was because of my sacrifice that we survived."
Bodhi snorts, which makes Jyn laugh, too. He shakes his head. "At least he could just download himself into a new body, whereas we…" he holds up his hands, scars from the explosion peeking out past the cuffs of his jacket, "we're stuck."
Jyn can't think of anything to say to that, so she just presses her leg against his. Not too hard, because he's right. They're still healing, but they'll get there. Together.