[ He presses his face against Finn's shoulder. Familiar rough leather, familiar rough smell. He can hear BB-8 making encouraging noises, agreeing with Finn, and feels the pressure of the droid rolling over to lean against his leg.
For a few seconds more, Poe just lets Finn hug him. For just a few seconds more. ]
No.
[ He doesn't do that. He doesn't give up.
(That's why the bars, the fights, the endless rounds he can't win. It's easier to have someone beat him into oblivion than to do it to himself alone. )
He slowly lets go. Exhales, lifts his head away from Finn's shoulder. He doesn't know what to do now. He's tired. Exhausted. He just looks down at BB-8, because it's easier than trying to look Finn in the eyes after all this. ]
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For a few seconds more, Poe just lets Finn hug him. For just a few seconds more. ]
No.
[ He doesn't do that. He doesn't give up.
(That's why the bars, the fights, the endless rounds he can't win. It's easier to have someone beat him into oblivion than to do it to himself alone. )
He slowly lets go. Exhales, lifts his head away from Finn's shoulder. He doesn't know what to do now. He's tired. Exhausted. He just looks down at BB-8, because it's easier than trying to look Finn in the eyes after all this. ]