You can tell when I am stressed and depressed – or more stressed and depressed than normal, anyway – since I tend to default back into writing either sad Imperial Hera or sad Imperial Kanan concepts. (Or Backbone backstory, in this case – I used to do this with Gambit as well, but I don’t think any of those have ever seen the light of day.)
Snippet from Hera flashback 15. (This is set during the Felucia op that’s mentioned a few times in Backbone – about two or three months after Kanan came back from the Crucible the first time.)
Their shared tent had been reassigned while they had been gone, so Hera and Kanan went back to the Ghost; they wouldn’t be the only people here sleeping in their ships, though technically it was against regulations. Hera suspected that no one was going to come roust out an Inquisitor over it, which meant that she was probably safe as well.
Kanan’s stiff shoulders relaxed as soon as the ramp closed up behind them. He gave her a small smile before his brows narrowed, so that Hera could practically see the calculations going through his brain – if it was worth the effort to try to speak, if doing so now would mean that he wouldn’t be able to do so later, if he could do so at all.
Someday, Hera was going to kill the being who had done this to him.
“Markus and I shared a desk when I was stationed on Naboo,” she said, and saw the relief on his face that he didn’t have to ask. “When I was reassigned, it all happened very quickly, so I didn’t have a chance to clear out my desk or my apartment. He wanted to make sure that I was all right.”