[ At first it was because of Karen, because of an unspoken loyalty there, the feeling that he couldn't care that much about the two of them without feeling like he was lying to the other somehow. Then that fight. Those broken ties. Poe realizing that no matter how much he cared about her she would never understand him putting the fight first.
He always has to put the fight first.
Poe isn't looking at John either. Not at his face, anyway. He's preoccupied by the chain of John's tags, sliding his fingers underneath it and tracing his nails lightly along John's skin. It feels good, to be weighed down underneath John, even if the man is slender for someone his height.
Poe closes his eyes and runs his fingertips down John's arms. ]
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Date: 2018-02-28 06:51 am (UTC)[ At first it was because of Karen, because of an unspoken loyalty there, the feeling that he couldn't care that much about the two of them without feeling like he was lying to the other somehow. Then that fight. Those broken ties. Poe realizing that no matter how much he cared about her she would never understand him putting the fight first.
He always has to put the fight first.
Poe isn't looking at John either. Not at his face, anyway. He's preoccupied by the chain of John's tags, sliding his fingers underneath it and tracing his nails lightly along John's skin. It feels good, to be weighed down underneath John, even if the man is slender for someone his height.
Poe closes his eyes and runs his fingertips down John's arms. ]
I pretended not to.
[ Even with himself. ]