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When can I see you?
[ It's not a question spoken out of selfishness or need. He keeps his voice even, not demanding. He wants to make sure John is all right. He wants to make sure someone is there for John while the man does what he needs to do for his own personnel. Plain and simple. ]
[ It's not a question spoken out of selfishness or need. He keeps his voice even, not demanding. He wants to make sure John is all right. He wants to make sure someone is there for John while the man does what he needs to do for his own personnel. Plain and simple. ]
[ Silence, then, quietly: ] God, John.
[ There's no point in platitudes. There's no point in saying I'm sorry.
Poe sits down on his and Finn's couch, settling in. ]
You told him?
[ It's what Poe would have done. It's what he would have felt he had to do. ]
[ There's no point in platitudes. There's no point in saying I'm sorry.
Poe sits down on his and Finn's couch, settling in. ]
You told him?
[ It's what Poe would have done. It's what he would have felt he had to do. ]
[ Well he's sure not gonna contest it. Cool yeah let John know man. Even if Poe and John weren't doing their whole... warm fuzzy thing, John is on the team by dint of being... on the team. With RR-1. (Or directly in charge of the team, and a teammate in a much broader sense. But Finn doesn't think on it much because he has no idea what to do with John as a commanding officer sometimes, apart from following him. There's still a hint of "sounds fake but okay, when do I hit the limit" in the air with John Sheppard.
No wonder he and Poe get on so well tbh.)
Finn will one day realize their "we're in this together" team span is. Turning into more of like a whole fucking squadron. Rad. ]
Sure. Tell John I've got Chyler covered.
I can tell Rey and Leia if you want, too. See if they know already. Just let me know.
No wonder he and Poe get on so well tbh.)
Finn will one day realize their "we're in this together" team span is. Turning into more of like a whole fucking squadron. Rad. ]
Sure. Tell John I've got Chyler covered.
I can tell Rey and Leia if you want, too. See if they know already. Just let me know.
[ A pause. ]
I'll tell Leia.
[ He can't tell what his own motives are. That he wants to talk to her, that he hasn't gone this long without seeing her since they met? That he wants to know if she's changed her mind, if the presence of someone else from the First Order might tip the scales somehow?
He's not sure. Doesn't matter, really. He's not going to run away or make Finn take the responsibility for everything just because the other option is unpleasant. ]
I'll tell Leia.
[ He can't tell what his own motives are. That he wants to talk to her, that he hasn't gone this long without seeing her since they met? That he wants to know if she's changed her mind, if the presence of someone else from the First Order might tip the scales somehow?
He's not sure. Doesn't matter, really. He's not going to run away or make Finn take the responsibility for everything just because the other option is unpleasant. ]
[After their second day at the hotel, most of which was spent in tranquil recovery, they spend most of the third walking around the city, and only come back after dark.
John's been quiet, but close. Speaking softly. Touching more than talking. He even took Poe's arm earlier in the day, when they were cutting through the crowded marketplace. Letting him take the lead.
They had dinner somewhere nice, off the beaten path, not too far from the hotel, and John watched Poe over candlelight. His eyes always on him, even though there's music, and dancing, and plenty of skin to be seen, considering the festivities.
Walking back to the hotel was a quiet affair, too, aside from when Poe was talking. Alongside the river. John takes his arm again there, too. His grip gentle on the back of Poe's bicep.
Approaching the door of their room, John's hand slides down to Poe's wrist, then his hand. Wordlessly interlacing their fingers.]
John's been quiet, but close. Speaking softly. Touching more than talking. He even took Poe's arm earlier in the day, when they were cutting through the crowded marketplace. Letting him take the lead.
They had dinner somewhere nice, off the beaten path, not too far from the hotel, and John watched Poe over candlelight. His eyes always on him, even though there's music, and dancing, and plenty of skin to be seen, considering the festivities.
Walking back to the hotel was a quiet affair, too, aside from when Poe was talking. Alongside the river. John takes his arm again there, too. His grip gentle on the back of Poe's bicep.
Approaching the door of their room, John's hand slides down to Poe's wrist, then his hand. Wordlessly interlacing their fingers.]
[ John has been odd all day. Not a bad kind of odd, really--Poe likes the feeling of John's hand on his arm, the dozens of little touches as they wandered. John's eyes in the candlelight were hypnotizing, the meal quiet.
On their way back to the hotel, Poe fills the silence, at least for a while. Rambles first about improvements he's thinking about for the shuttle, then about the things that Jess Pava could do if she was on the moon. How they'd all have ships by now--she would have found a way to build them or dismantled a building trying. Then he gets quiet. Listens to the festivities as they go on, relaxing under John's hands, the need to speak fading.
He's pulling his keys out of the pocket of his jacket--the one John likes--when John takes his hand. Poe lifts John's hand up to kiss his knuckles. ] What is it? You've been quiet all day.
On their way back to the hotel, Poe fills the silence, at least for a while. Rambles first about improvements he's thinking about for the shuttle, then about the things that Jess Pava could do if she was on the moon. How they'd all have ships by now--she would have found a way to build them or dismantled a building trying. Then he gets quiet. Listens to the festivities as they go on, relaxing under John's hands, the need to speak fading.
He's pulling his keys out of the pocket of his jacket--the one John likes--when John takes his hand. Poe lifts John's hand up to kiss his knuckles. ] What is it? You've been quiet all day.
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