Cassian gulped his drink at once and grabbed the wine bottle from the table, then slowly walked toward the bed.
He could see the small lift in the corner of Chester's lips and he hated it. He hated how he was letting himself play Chester's dangerous game.
"Pour," he said, handing Chester the bottle.
Chester took it, but he did not pour.
"I'll pour..." he patted the space beside him, not saying any other thing.
Cassian gritted his teeth, glanced at the door, then very slowly lowered himself on the bed. The bed dipped.
Not close at first. Edge of the mattress. He clenched his fingers around his glass, robe falling over his knees as he sat.
Chester's crossed leg almost touched his, but neither of them mentioned it.
Chester drank, watching him over the rim like he had won a small, stupid war.
"There," Chester said. "Company."
Cassian looked at the door. "If Finn knocks—"
