[ Poe finds himself half-hypnotized by John, the kiss, the quiet of the evening with the distant sound of Sampremi celebrations rioting on into the night. Poe picked this hotel on purpose, so they wouldn't be too close to the heart of things. So they could leave the noise behind if it ever started sounding like blaster bolts or gunfire.
He slides his arm around John's waist and pulls them close together, resting his face against the crook of John's neck and shoulder so he can smell the man's aftershave. ]
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[ Poe finds himself half-hypnotized by John, the kiss, the quiet of the evening with the distant sound of Sampremi celebrations rioting on into the night. Poe picked this hotel on purpose, so they wouldn't be too close to the heart of things. So they could leave the noise behind if it ever started sounding like blaster bolts or gunfire.
He slides his arm around John's waist and pulls them close together, resting his face against the crook of John's neck and shoulder so he can smell the man's aftershave. ]
Shoot.