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[volitaunt]

[ Something else is bothering her, but Poe can't guess at what. He can't even summon the will to argue as much as he'd like.

Maybe it's because they haven't really lied to each other, at any moment in their short friendship. Understood without speaking, without elaboration, but never deliberately left anything out. Poe sits up enough to prop himself on one elbow.]

Me, Finn, and Rey--I don't think any of us have slept through a night, here. If I get lucky, I go four hours at a stretch. I haven't slept really well in a long time. [ Except on Yavin 4, in his little room, with his dad half a hallway away. The one place in the galaxy that is wholly and completely his, other than Black One's cockpit. ] Sometimes it's dreams, sometimes it's just adrenaline, but I'm fine. I'm okay.

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[ He's a pilot in a war. Of course, it would be normal to him to go in small stretches. And she can't suggest for him to possibly take something for sleep when it's just natural for him to do that. She gets that part.

It's the waking up screaming and reaching for - for fighting off - something that isn't' there that hits her deeply. She knows that there is nothing 'okay' about that, no matter how many times she's tried to tell herself it is. It's part of the reason she doesn't really want to bring anyone home (along with not trusting many people).

She closes her eyes and gives her head the smallest shake, resisting the urge to argue further. ]

Whatever you say.

[ She pushes herself back up from the bed. ]

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[ Well he messed something up. Poe shoves the blanket back and swings his bare feet around to the floor, reaching out to grab her hand lightly before she can get too far away. ]

What? Karen. What did I do?

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[ She almost pulls her hand away but just bites back a sigh, instead. She's had nightmares ever since she woke up next to a dead man in her apartment. But those nightmares hadn't compared to the ones where Fisk finds her and crushes her skull in with his bare hands. Sometimes he strangles her. Every time she dies.

Or at least it seems that way in the dream before she wakes up, screaming and trying to fight off the phantom that isn't there.

She knows what it's like. She knows more than she would ever want to admit. But all she can do is shake her head again. ]

I don't like it when my concern gets brushed off. That happens enough with people I care about. Getting kinda sick of it.

[ Back home and now here. She can't even escape this shit in another universe. Granted, that wasn't the real gripe here, though it seems to be a more prevalent thing with the kind of company she keeps. But she's not willing to admit Poe touched a very raw and active nerve. ]

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[ He gets up, taking her other hand in his. ] I’m not brushing it off—I’m not trying to brush it off.

[ God, he’s tired. He looks down at Karen’s hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles. ] It’s just. We’re at war. This is life. We don’t have a choice. It has to be okay.

[ We, always we, without a second thought. He still feels like a stranger on this moon, even though there are people who know his routines. There's a bar with a stool that stays unoccupied for him in the evenings. There's a grocery store where one particular clerk sees him coming and points out the freshest fruit. He knows people, he's made friends, and still.

Still, he feels like he's waiting for an order to come in. He's waiting for the sound of TIE fighters screaming over the city. He's waiting for everyone else to realize the fight is still out there, the fight is going to find them, they need to be ready.

Sometimes he only feels sane around Finn and Rey. ]

We're at war.

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[ She looks at him and then their hands. It hurts how similar this sounds to Matt or Frank. There's always a war or a mission or a fight to fight. And while she has her own in Hell's Kitchen, this just... what is she suppose to say to that?

There's no war here?

She knows better than most how demons will follow you everywhere you go. And Poe was a soldier. Those kind of demons may never go away.

What about after the war?

What business does she have asking something like that? Especially of a war she isn't even apart of. She can't really bring herself to look at him. Her voice is quiet even in the silence of the apartment. ]

Just because you're used to it, that doesn't make it 'okay'.

[ The only thing she can say with certainty and experience. ]

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[ Poe lifts her hands, then stops, not sure what he was planning on doing. Kissing her knuckles? No. He just stares at her hands like they'll give him an answer or something else to say.

He's not sure how to exist in a world where he's admitted that he's not all right. It means admitting that Hosnian Prime is gone, that he's been tortured physically and mentally not once now, but twice. His uncle got shot down trying to save his life. His friends are dead and more will die. He lives in a landscape of chaos and violence and somehow--

Somehow, it's become okay.

He raises her hands and presses his face against the backs of her fingers. ]

I have to be okay, Karen. [ She smells like her pillow, he thinks, stupidly. ] Just. Until it's over, all right?

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[ She looks back at him when he moves her hands but remains silent. As much as she wants to help him, they are from two different worlds. Two different walks of life. Even with all the similarities they share in experiences, in personality, it feels like there's this chasm between them. Something she's not sure she's ever going to be able to cross.

It's when he presses his face to her fingers like that that she feels she needs to try. Even if she has nothing of value to offer. She's no soldier, no genius or fighter. She's just... her.

She moves forward and wraps her arms around him again, pulling him into another hug. ]

I just--I wish I could help more.

[ Because God knows she can't help her own nightmares disappear. She wishes she could at least do right by someone else. Especially someone as good as Poe was. ]

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[ This time, at least, he doesn't flinch from the hug. He wishes he could return some of what she's given him, the steady support and understanding.

(There's that voice again, that demand to be better than this, to pull himself together, the hissing reprimand that lives are at stake and he can't afford to come to pieces like this. They're his responsibility, and he's primed to fail them all.)

He feels a little like Karen is the only thing holding him up, or holding him down. Just like Finn in the hospital: she's keeping him in the present.

Mumbled into the cloth of her shirt: ] You help more than enough.

[volitaunt]

you have some strange kinks my friend

that sounds like it would be... i mean the water pressure couldn't have made it easy.

[spellslots]

wait until the tentacles come up 😉

it wasn't like, a water waterfall? it had kinda crystallized instantly at some point? no water but also not a whole lot grip on that kinda surface

text, while rey is in hospital, it had to be done

[spellslots]

🚨IMPORTANT QUESTION🚨
Is there weed in your reality?

ksjadfsf oh my god

[volitaunt]

...you're going to have to be more specific.

you're welcome

[spellslots]

[TROUBLING]

Not like weeds. Weed. Marijuana. Here.

[He sends a link to the Quarantine version of wikipedia because that seems easier.]

Re: you're welcome

[volitaunt]

we have equivalents, sure. why?

[spellslots]

I was talking to Rey and she had no idea but I wasn't sure if it was a 'grew up on a desert planet' thing or a 'your reality is weird' thing

[volitaunt]

definitely probably a desert planet thing. ...why were you talking to rey about weed?

[spellslots]

We were discussing the difference between drugs and potions for helping with sleep

[volitaunt]

oh.

[ spoilers he hadn't considered either of those things, because... well, because he doesn't think much (at all) about drugs and he doesn't trust potions, at least not from strangers. from taako, he would. which is an odd realization in itself, and one he probably won't share with karen JUST IN CASE. ]

do they allow that in a hospital?

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I mean, they use magic at the hospital, they'd probably be down with a potion and I know that some people use weed for medical reasons so I guess that'd be fine too?

But we were talking more for once she's better

[Taako is assuming that Poe knows about Rey's sleeping issues, since he was the one to haul her to hospital and probably got the run down from the staff.]

[volitaunt]

that's a good idea. she and finn both don't sleep particularly well. i don't know if finn would take the help, but it's worth asking.

[spellslots]

Rey didn't seem hella keen on it but she's had a rough coule days so you know

[New things are extra scary when you're in hospital and a bit rattled.]

But I can hook you up with potions or weed if either of them wanna give it a shot. I'll be real with you, even if it's not for sleeping it wouldn't hurt Finn to chill a little

[Not for free because he isn't running a charity, but they can discuss costs depending on what they want.]

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[ A pause for rueful laughter. ]

he's got a lot to figure out. they both do.

still, it'd be good to have something on hand if they want to try it.

[spellslots]

Oh, for sure, I'm not judging, he just kinda seems like he's two seconds away from his brain melting

Maybe that's just when he's talking to me 🤔

[volitaunt]

nope, that sounds about right for the day-to-day.