[ Poe actually laughs a little, at both of those statements. BB-8 whistles, a noise that manages to convey a tentative hope.
Poe doesn't translate. ]
John.... [ Hesitation. He bites his lip, let's it slide slowly free while he tries to think of what he wants to say.
There are a thousand thousand things, and none of them mean anything any more. ] I haven't changed the sheets in a while. Not like I sleep on them anyway, but. Y'know.
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Date: 2018-08-10 08:28 pm (UTC)Poe doesn't translate. ]
John.... [ Hesitation. He bites his lip, let's it slide slowly free while he tries to think of what he wants to say.
There are a thousand thousand things, and none of them mean anything any more. ] I haven't changed the sheets in a while. Not like I sleep on them anyway, but. Y'know.