[ The irritation fades out more quickly than it first struck. Poe turns paper-thin in his hand, turns barely propped up and liable to implode. It radiates outward like it has its own energy. Something that burned so hot it turned cold. Something that stopped burning, with nothing left for fuel.
Finn feels a pang of sympathy, even without the details of why he's been doing this, why it's happening, what the tipping point was.
He thinks about Poe in his hospital room, spikes of anger buried in with long stretches of vacant staring. He thinks about that handful of fighters backed into a corner on Crait, the desperate, muted pall that fell over them and spread. About Rey, and Poe lately, how unsettling it is to miss a person when they're standing right there. About Slip, and how easy it is to lose someone while all you can do is watch.
He's glad he mentioned being scared enough for the both of them, because he's viscerally aware of how true it is in this moment.
Finn hesitates. Drops his grip on Poe's wrist only to step into his space and pull him into a hug, for lack of any immediate ideas about what to say. That much, most definitely, is something he's picked up from the Poe Dameron school of daily living. ]
We're still in this together. We're still a team.
[ It's not enough to say that. It's never enough to get across what he means, it's one of the most important things he can say but it's not right. If Rey became home, Poe is the door that let him in. If Rey is the moon, Poe is the first constant star. ]
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Finn feels a pang of sympathy, even without the details of why he's been doing this, why it's happening, what the tipping point was.
He thinks about Poe in his hospital room, spikes of anger buried in with long stretches of vacant staring. He thinks about that handful of fighters backed into a corner on Crait, the desperate, muted pall that fell over them and spread. About Rey, and Poe lately, how unsettling it is to miss a person when they're standing right there. About Slip, and how easy it is to lose someone while all you can do is watch.
He's glad he mentioned being scared enough for the both of them, because he's viscerally aware of how true it is in this moment.
Finn hesitates. Drops his grip on Poe's wrist only to step into his space and pull him into a hug, for lack of any immediate ideas about what to say. That much, most definitely, is something he's picked up from the Poe Dameron school of daily living. ]
We're still in this together. We're still a team.
[ It's not enough to say that. It's never enough to get across what he means, it's one of the most important things he can say but it's not right. If Rey became home, Poe is the door that let him in. If Rey is the moon, Poe is the first constant star. ]
You know I'd cover you anyway, right?