[ That much is true. Jim's surprise wasn't at Poe's violence so much as seeing it aimed at Hux, followed by his shock when Hux so easily turned against them both.
He shouldn't have been so gullible, so naïve. He didn't question a thing, simply assumed Hux was... good, for lack of a better word. Someone he could trust and let in.
And now, here they are.
He does know it's not his fault. The fight, Poe's injuries, his crying. He still feels guilty, though. ]
No, I know that. [ He says quietly, fingers prodding slowly down Poe's side, where some bruises have started to shape up. The bones don't seem to be broken or out of place, and he doesn't feel any of the rigidity that would be the telltale sign of an internal hemorrhage. ]
Does anything hurt too much? [ He goes on to clarify. ] Physically. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?
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He shouldn't have been so gullible, so naïve. He didn't question a thing, simply assumed Hux was... good, for lack of a better word. Someone he could trust and let in.
And now, here they are.
He does know it's not his fault. The fight, Poe's injuries, his crying. He still feels guilty, though. ]
No, I know that. [ He says quietly, fingers prodding slowly down Poe's side, where some bruises have started to shape up. The bones don't seem to be broken or out of place, and he doesn't feel any of the rigidity that would be the telltale sign of an internal hemorrhage. ]
Does anything hurt too much? [ He goes on to clarify. ] Physically. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?