[ They're starting to make a real habit out of this silence thing. Finn's not much of a fan of silence in general. Can't sleep in it. Can't work at his best in it. But it's not hard to settle into at a time like this. It doesn't feel like something isolating, here, something expanding at the edges with him left alone in the center.
It just feels like being allowed to have space. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, quiet and matter-of-fact. ] Not sure it was worth two hours of getting lost and freezing, but.
[ A shrug. ]
It's mine now.
[ There's more he wants to say, he thinks. He's not sure. Things he doesn't know how to talk about, or how he could put it into the right words.
He has space, though, if he wants to take it. With Poe and with Rey, that much is always certain.
Finn hesitates before bringing the image back up, but he still does it. Slip's face makes something unpleasant twist in his stomach every time he sees it now, makes something in his throat go sore-- sadness or anger, he can't entirely tell. It all bleeds together. ]
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It just feels like being allowed to have space. ]
Yeah. [ He answers, quiet and matter-of-fact. ] Not sure it was worth two hours of getting lost and freezing, but.
[ A shrug. ]
It's mine now.
[ There's more he wants to say, he thinks. He's not sure. Things he doesn't know how to talk about, or how he could put it into the right words.
He has space, though, if he wants to take it. With Poe and with Rey, that much is always certain.
Finn hesitates before bringing the image back up, but he still does it. Slip's face makes something unpleasant twist in his stomach every time he sees it now, makes something in his throat go sore-- sadness or anger, he can't entirely tell. It all bleeds together. ]
Pretty sure it's not officially sanctioned.