[ When he hears Cassian's fidgeting stop, K-2 peers over his shoulder to check that he's fallen asleep. He then begins a mental timer counting down until-- Ah. Eight minutes, thirty four seconds. Not bad. ]
I know you are.
[ That doesn't mean that a sweater would have any purpose for K-2SO. But he knows that in this state, telling Cassian such would be pointless. ]
no subject
I know you are.
[ That doesn't mean that a sweater would have any purpose for K-2SO. But he knows that in this state, telling Cassian such would be pointless. ]
You haven't got any yarn.