[ That would be at least an eight on the alarm scale, yes. Finn rolls his eyes and just grabs Poe's hand, which he then holds up a little with a pointed look, as if to say, wow, crazy, it's like that would've been so much easier than sitting up. (Please, he's begging you. Don't pull stitches or whatever it is they use here while he is in the room, he will commit verbal murder.)
Of course, Finn has a running hand-grabbing bias. Maybe Poe views the world through more of a hugging filter.
It's so strange to feel genuinely touched by a question, yet also like there's a need to huff about it. A huff just sort of falls right out of him in spite of himself. ]
Don't know if you heard, but I brought a rock to a lightsaber fight for someone the other day.
[ See, jokes. He's got them, sort of. In short bursts, followed swiftly by nearly-exasperated sincerity. Reassurance is easier than joking, honestly. ]
I think we're past the point where a what can matter enough to stop me. I'd come back.
[ That's a choice he gets to make. Weird how getting to a part of his life where he has that choice keeps making it obvious that he can't make a different one. ]
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Of course, Finn has a running hand-grabbing bias. Maybe Poe views the world through more of a hugging filter.
It's so strange to feel genuinely touched by a question, yet also like there's a need to huff about it. A huff just sort of falls right out of him in spite of himself. ]
Don't know if you heard, but I brought a rock to a lightsaber fight for someone the other day.
[ See, jokes. He's got them, sort of. In short bursts, followed swiftly by nearly-exasperated sincerity. Reassurance is easier than joking, honestly. ]
I think we're past the point where a what can matter enough to stop me. I'd come back.
[ That's a choice he gets to make. Weird how getting to a part of his life where he has that choice keeps making it obvious that he can't make a different one. ]