Cassian turned the pound coin over and over in his fingers so that after a while he was sure that it would start to give his fingers a tangy metallic smell that he'd want to get rid of. Jyn was sleeping, her head resting on his shoulder, hand lazily clasped in his.

He noticed that that was something they both had started to do, holding hands. He wasn't quite sure when it had begun - perhaps it was when they were sharing a particularly heavy bag of groceries and their hands had brushed and instead of it being weird it just turned into habit. Or perhaps... perhaps it had begun on Scarif, in that other world when they had held each other, expecting to die. That certainly had been a boundary crossed that neither of them would ever come back from.

They were on the train up to a place called London, which Cassian had already remembered was the capital city of the country they were now in. He secretly enjoyed how in this new world everything seemed smaller. His espionage brain, one used to having to remember hundreds of worlds, species, cities, continents all at the drop of a hat suddenly found itself really only having to learn facts about one planet. It was oddly refreshing, and a good distraction from… from that shock on the television the other day.

They had a meeting at the embassy, something about a citizenship interview and determining if they would be good citizens and so on. It was something they had been told about two weeks prior to, and it had dominated a large portion of his mind. Cassian spent a lot of his time making sure that Jyn and himself aced the interviews and at the very least had somewhere stable and comforting they could be. Well, Jyn might not have said that it was something she particularly wanted or needed, but Cassian wanted it, for her.

But what also intruded his thoughts was the figure he had seen on the laptop screen almost a week ago to the day. He was a weatherman: tall with pale skin, a shock of blond hair and an angular face. But it wasn't his appearance that disturbed Cassian: it was the man's voice. He remembered nudging Jyn, the look on his face saying 'surely you hear it too?' and she had.

"That can't be," she said. "I mean, they have droids in this world, right? So this can't be, why wouldn't he come back in -"

Cassian had stared, straining his ears to listen until the end of the broadcast and then scrambling to find a way to hear it again. And that was the thing. If he shut his eyes to listen, to really listen, he would have sworn it was the voice of K2-SO.

"I don't know if we're jumping the gun, Cassian," Jyn had said, as she lay next to him in his bed, absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on her jumper.

That was something they had started to do too - sharing a bed in at night. Nothing happened of course, though Cassian sometimes fought to ignore the thoughts that said he certainly would not mind it if something did. But since Jyn had not said anything about wanting anything to happen he most definitely was not going to make things awkward. Yet some - no, most - evenings they now shared a sleeping area, an arm on a chest, hands in hands, faces close, and Cassian couldn't deny that having her there helped him sleep all the better.

"I mean," she had continued. "We're high thinking about Chirrut. It's a miracle he's here, with us. I'm just happy thinking that we might be able to see him again one day, and soon, but we can't sit here thinking that any minute now we'll bump into another old friend somewhere across the street."

She was right. Their hope they would find Chirrut had been so strong, had buoyed them ever further when they found out it was really him; but there was a difference between being hopeful and overthinking things.

But as the train pulled into a station called 'Waterloo', where Cassian knew they had to disembark to get something called the 'Underground' the voice of that man on the television still rolled over and over in his mind. That and the fact that he was worried about what would happen if they failed that citizenship test - would they be shunted from country to country? They had agreed not to think too much about that weatherman that night, and when their embassy date came in Jyn had gone along with Cassian into preparation so that the topic had not come up again.

Yet in a fit of curiosity Cassian had dug, had looked up this 'Kay Touesso' and found out that he had been a homeless man that, in a stroke of luck had found himself picked up by a local television station when he'd saved one of their news reporters from being hit by a car. Cassian still couldn't get the story quite around his head but what had been important was the fact that the man had no home, had been found as a nobody and through sheer luck had been given a chance to come to Cassian and Jyn's attention. After reading that story he had felt something in his gut, an instinct that told him that this guy was Kaytoo, in whatever strange form this world had brought him to them. He wanted to call Chirrut to ask for his opinion but Cassian had restrained himself. He had already dug up more than he meant to, and had closed the tabs of the internet browser, opting instead to find nice things he and Jyn could do in London when they weren't at the embassy.

Jyn woke up as the train came to a halt, and once again, took his hand as they walked off the train, through the barricades, and down the escalators to the Underground.

"How long's this journey?" she asked him softly, as the warm air hit them both the further down they went.

"Twenty minutes, one change," Cassian said, hoping he'd remember it right. He'd check the map in his pocket later.

"I hope we finish before lunch time", he said, as they walked through yet another barrier and got onto yet another escalator that took them down again.

"Oh yes?" she said, still sounding a little tired. She had been a restless sleeper the night before.

"Yep," he said. "I've got a whole day planned of things we can do."

And the smile she gave him as she turned around on the escalator was worth every hour of research.