[ Poe presses the heel of his palm against the bridge of his nose, making a tiny noise that could be called a sob, if anyone were around to hear it. BB-8 watches from the door to his room, and Poe drives it down again. He forces a smile for the droid, mumbles, "It's nothing, Bee."
The droid makes what can only be called a farting noise.
It's so hard to do this and not just tell John he wants to see him. To just be near him. One good thing, like a lifepod in the black.
He shouldn't get to say this. He doesn't deserve what John gave him, is still giving him. ]
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The droid makes what can only be called a farting noise.
It's so hard to do this and not just tell John he wants to see him. To just be near him. One good thing, like a lifepod in the black.
He shouldn't get to say this. He doesn't deserve what John gave him, is still giving him. ]
i'm not. i'm really not.