[John bats Poe's hand away, still looking at the beds. Bed. Singular. Not unlike the nests he'd thrown together with bag-buddies on the floor of a mud hut to see them through a cold night, week, or month. He never considered that Poe and Finn might be a thing. Maybe that's why Poe's never invited him over. Not while Finn is around, anyway. Maybe he's the guy Poe calls when Finn is busy.
It's none of his business what Poe does in the time they're apart, or with who. He repeats it, each time more sternly than the last, with expletives thrown in for good measure. Always in the voice of his old drill-instructor. Wrestling his jealousy into submission, and back down into the small, dark crack in his heart it crawled out of. Where it belongs.
John follows Poe to the kitchen, leaning in with his elbows on the counter and a half-smile.]
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Date: 2018-02-24 12:15 am (UTC)It's none of his business what Poe does in the time they're apart, or with who. He repeats it, each time more sternly than the last, with expletives thrown in for good measure. Always in the voice of his old drill-instructor. Wrestling his jealousy into submission, and back down into the small, dark crack in his heart it crawled out of. Where it belongs.
John follows Poe to the kitchen, leaning in with his elbows on the counter and a half-smile.]
Yeah, sure. Got any beer?