[ All according to plan. Excellent. It pays to be in tune. To know someone well enough to read them, know they know him well enough to read him back without it being weird.
Things are easier with Poe like that. Easy to fall into step most days. They've worked for that. There's a fine line between trusting that it's there and not wanting to take it for granted, and Finn likes to straddle that line like a consummate professional. ]
I got you something.
[ With the buildup comes no real ceremony in the presentation. Finn hits his closet, pulls a gift down from the shelf that's been very neatly wrapped in plain orange paper, and expectantly holds it in Poe's general direction. The narration will not confirm exactly how many times he rewrapped it until he achieved the level of neatness he decided that it had to meet. That's just standard Finn fare.
He is, dare he say, pretty pleased to have a gift that's actually good enough for the occasion, unless he's gone horribly wrong and misread everything Poe has ever told him about loving his mom, ever. But it's too late for that train of thought to throw a wrench in the works at this point, really.
(Not pictured: all their friends making it a heist mission to carefully deflate balloons and steal gift codes while they're gone.) ]
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Things are easier with Poe like that. Easy to fall into step most days. They've worked for that. There's a fine line between trusting that it's there and not wanting to take it for granted, and Finn likes to straddle that line like a consummate professional. ]
I got you something.
[ With the buildup comes no real ceremony in the presentation. Finn hits his closet, pulls a gift down from the shelf that's been very neatly wrapped in plain orange paper, and expectantly holds it in Poe's general direction. The narration will not confirm exactly how many times he rewrapped it until he achieved the level of neatness he decided that it had to meet. That's just standard Finn fare.
He is, dare he say, pretty pleased to have a gift that's actually good enough for the occasion, unless he's gone horribly wrong and misread everything Poe has ever told him about loving his mom, ever. But it's too late for that train of thought to throw a wrench in the works at this point, really.
(Not pictured: all their friends making it a heist mission to carefully deflate balloons and steal gift codes while they're gone.) ]