[He pinches his mouth flat for a beat, clearly unsure on how to respond: if it gets bad enough he actually might throw down a call for help, but right now, with more comfort in arm's reach than anything Starkiller had put together, he doesn't want to make that promise - let alone say it out loud.
Instead he just leans easily into Poe's grip, eyes drifting shut on their own. Call it a compromise.] What's it like, anyway?
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Instead he just leans easily into Poe's grip, eyes drifting shut on their own. Call it a compromise.] What's it like, anyway?
Living here. No...ordery whatever.