[ He makes a little grumbling noise and hauls himself back to his feet, eyes closing briefly even as he stands up. ]
Fine. You win.
[ He peels his shoes off, tossing them over by the door instead of leaving them in the middle of her floor. Then he just stands there for a second. Because he's tired enough that his brain is only processing in increments.
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Fine. You win.
[ He peels his shoes off, tossing them over by the door instead of leaving them in the middle of her floor. Then he just stands there for a second. Because he's tired enough that his brain is only processing in increments.
Poe shakes himself. ] Bed.
[ Like it's a self-issued order.
And he flops down on it. ]