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who: finn and OPEN
what: tdm prompts (dreamshare, big robits)! canon updates! and a general february catchall.
when: backdated late january through all of february. various.
where: idk, dreams. big robits. generally around.
warnings: violence towards Big Beetles, nightmare content (which includes death, more violence, and maybe vague body horror idk). spoilers for the last jedi. will add as things crop up.

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[ She relaxes into it, looking at their linked hands and feeling a fresh wash of gratitude. She still has a squad. It's small, it's new, but it's real. They would go just as far for each other as anyone in Hastati. ]

You stayed with me. [ There's nothing he could apologize for that she would accept, not when he did that. ]

Of course.

[ Something in her words, her tone, makes him think about finding Rey on Starkiller. The gentleness of it. Call him prone to highly-personalized priorities, but all he can really do is wonder why someone wouldn't. ] You got me out.

[ He was pretty much set to sit on the floor until... Kylo Ren came in to stab him, he guesses. He's not sure exactly how that was gonna go down. ]

[ She smiles. It's even genuine, an expression untinged with sarcasm or exasperation. ] Well, then I suppose we don't owe each other too much.

[ A very small joke. She doesn't know which of them owes the other more, in the grand emotional scheme, but it's enough that they're bound together by that mutual responsibility, the fact that they would go to greatest lengths for each other. Even if it means death. There's something reassuring in that.

She's tired. So tired. Too awake to sleep, maybe too tired to talk. Chyler smooths her thumb over Finn's knuckles and braces herself to ask what she's never asked anyone. She's never had a reason to. There was always someone from her squad close at hand during the night, the comfort of someone else's breathing. ]

Can we stay together tonight?

I'm not big on obligation anyway.

[ All the best things in life are rooted pretty firmly in free choice.

The question is unexpected, especially coming from Chyler, but it's not unwelcome. Being alone isn't something Finn does much in any case when he's got the option. Gets too quiet. Never feels right.

And he knows that even if she hadn't asked, if they'd gone back to their own places, he'd be lying on the floor feeling too on-edge to get the sense of rest that lying down can sometimes offer. Let alone sleep. ]

Sure. I'd like that.

[ It's way better than them just ending up texting or something all night. Like, it would just be nice to be able to look over at his friend and see that she's not impaled and dying. Some of the best things in life are also rooted in simplicity. ]

[ Something in her, some small fear, eases away. She definitely wouldn't have been sleeping, too busy thinking about Finn facing down the man with the red weapon, or surrounded by the monsters from her own world. Thinking about how that last scenario would play out, all the ways it could play out, ways she's seen and can imagine.

Hesitation, then: ] My room is closer, I think. I have spare blankets and sheets.

[ Because they are one hundred percent gonna end up on the floor it is known. ]

[ Sometimes friendship with Finn just means ending up in a bed nest on the floor. It's important to embrace this possibility.

He finds he has it in him to dredge up part of a smile. ]

Okay. Want a to-go cup?

[ A tiny sound that might be a laugh. ]

All right. Sounds good to me.

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