[It was a good night. If this is what being a friend to Poe Dameron is like? John won't consider it a loss. They laughed. Relaxed. Had fun. Thought about and did something that wasn't killing people for a while. That's all John can really ask for from anyone.
They walk back to Poe's place, and John stops a few feet back from the door. He doesn't expect anything. Doesn't even want to look like he does. He's happy enough to say bye from that distance, a safe distance, for both of them.
Then Poe invites him in. John blinks, glancing back over both shoulders. There's no one behind him, and he didn't think there was, but Poe's never invited him in, or over, before. It's always John's place, and John's bed, or wall, or door...
He swallows, butterflies dancing violently in his stomach. They're a little dusty, but still alive, apparently.]
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Date: 2018-02-23 03:39 pm (UTC)They walk back to Poe's place, and John stops a few feet back from the door. He doesn't expect anything. Doesn't even want to look like he does. He's happy enough to say bye from that distance, a safe distance, for both of them.
Then Poe invites him in. John blinks, glancing back over both shoulders. There's no one behind him, and he didn't think there was, but Poe's never invited him in, or over, before. It's always John's place, and John's bed, or wall, or door...
He swallows, butterflies dancing violently in his stomach. They're a little dusty, but still alive, apparently.]
Now?
[Smooth, John.]