[ Poe doesn't say anything. He closes his eyes against the burn starting in them, hopes to stop the tears, but all that does is get them to fall. Tracing down across his temples, into his ears, into his hair.
But he doesn't say anything.
He wants to trust John. He wants to trust him more than anything, but.
But, but, but, always that word. Always that resistance.
He opens his eyes again. What was it he'd said to Finn, months ago now? The First Order and their ghoul don't get to control me like that.
Poe meets John's gaze, still crying, and stays silent. ]
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Date: 2018-03-18 05:42 am (UTC)But he doesn't say anything.
He wants to trust John. He wants to trust him more than anything, but.
But, but, but, always that word. Always that resistance.
He opens his eyes again. What was it he'd said to Finn, months ago now? The First Order and their ghoul don't get to control me like that.
Poe meets John's gaze, still crying, and stays silent. ]