[ He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of the blankets being drawn up without effort on his part. The pillow smells like her, like flowers he's never seen but that are somehow still familiar.
He reaches out from under the blanket and catches her hand in his, keeping her from walking away. And Poe just... looks at her. He should say something. One deep breath, two.
His eyelids flutter, close, and he's asleep while still holding her hand. ]
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He reaches out from under the blanket and catches her hand in his, keeping her from walking away. And Poe just... looks at her. He should say something. One deep breath, two.
His eyelids flutter, close, and he's asleep while still holding her hand. ]