[Infectious, that little quirk there at the corner of her lip: part of the reason he'd pried into the state of her life aside from just the fact that she somehow managed to save his own. His expression instinctively mirrors hers (one of the benefits of helmets, those visors never ran both ways) eyes bright and level when he meets her stare-- he hasn't forgotten the weight of what's behind them, he just has the luxury of a good view of what's ahead.
And it's more than he ever found in cold walls or cramped corridors, armor pinning him in like a noose.
He's not fidgeting anymore.] They get bigger targets. Better ones.
[And then, attention fixed, Finn adds, peeling the leather from his shoulders:] You cold?
Gotta be after spending forever on that dustball. Here.
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And it's more than he ever found in cold walls or cramped corridors, armor pinning him in like a noose.
He's not fidgeting anymore.] They get bigger targets. Better ones.
[And then, attention fixed, Finn adds, peeling the leather from his shoulders:] You cold?
Gotta be after spending forever on that dustball. Here.