[ YEAH, DEFINITELY MOVING ON. Poe ruffles a hand through his own hair awkwardly.
He feels something tight and panicky knot in his chest at Jeff's question. He doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't. But he's trying, god he's trying to be okay with it for now. He's trying. ]
Yeah, no. [ Deep breaths, Dameron. ] You might be right about needing this. Something to get us out of our own heads, y'know?
[ It's a Wild Guess on his part, but he's getting a sense of camaraderie here that he doesn't always get with people right away I can't even type that sentence and have it be the whole truth. ]
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He feels something tight and panicky knot in his chest at Jeff's question. He doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't. But he's trying, god he's trying to be okay with it for now. He's trying. ]
Yeah, no. [ Deep breaths, Dameron. ] You might be right about needing this. Something to get us out of our own heads, y'know?
[ It's a Wild Guess on his part, but he's getting a sense of camaraderie here that he doesn't always get with people right away I can't even type that sentence and have it be the whole truth. ]