[ A gentle press of longing comes with the mention of his dad. Poe misses Kes Dameron. He misses his solidity, his calm, his quiet humor. He misses having his dad around, someone to keep him on an even keel and give him advice and remind him that taking things slow isn't always a bad idea.
God, he misses his dad.
(God, he misses Leia.) ]
Was I leaving for the Academy? Or were we fighting?
[ It would be simpler just to ask what was it, but Poe still isn't sure he wants to know. If it was a fight, if it was one of those times he let his mouth run long enough to hurt his father, he'd rather not be reminded of it. He thinks about those moments plenty already on his own. ]
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God, he misses his dad.
(God, he misses Leia.) ]
Was I leaving for the Academy? Or were we fighting?
[ It would be simpler just to ask what was it, but Poe still isn't sure he wants to know. If it was a fight, if it was one of those times he let his mouth run long enough to hurt his father, he'd rather not be reminded of it. He thinks about those moments plenty already on his own. ]