John knows, because he's slept here too. The only time Poe used his bed was when he stayed over, which wasn't all that often. Usually they kicked back at John's place, or paid for a room.
Had that been a sign? That he was never really a part of Poe's life. Kept at arms length.
He shakes his head, trying to shake the thought out of his ear. They were together a month. They've been apart longer than they were together.
Stop, he tells himself.
Poe is just the outlet for every emotion he's feeling right now. He's just another name on the endless list of people who have left him. John hurt before Poe, and he'll hurt after him. He can't keep pinning everything on him. Blaming him for his actions, or the way he feels.
Not when Rodney, Carson, and Elizabeth are gone, and Poe is still here. Holding him. Even after all the shit John said, words thrown like knives at his closest, favourite target.
Poe is still here.
Maybe they can be friends.
Or maybe John's just that drunk.]
I'll take the water and the bed. Leave the food. I'm not hungry.
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Date: 2018-08-10 05:05 am (UTC)[He gives him a look.
John knows, because he's slept here too. The only time Poe used his bed was when he stayed over, which wasn't all that often. Usually they kicked back at John's place, or paid for a room.
Had that been a sign? That he was never really a part of Poe's life. Kept at arms length.
He shakes his head, trying to shake the thought out of his ear. They were together a month. They've been apart longer than they were together.
Stop, he tells himself.
Poe is just the outlet for every emotion he's feeling right now. He's just another name on the endless list of people who have left him. John hurt before Poe, and he'll hurt after him. He can't keep pinning everything on him. Blaming him for his actions, or the way he feels.
Not when Rodney, Carson, and Elizabeth are gone, and Poe is still here. Holding him. Even after all the shit John said, words thrown like knives at his closest, favourite target.
Poe is still here.
Maybe they can be friends.
Or maybe John's just that drunk.]
I'll take the water and the bed. Leave the food. I'm not hungry.