[Breathing takes thought, effort— more than he has to spare so for a drawn-out minute he doesn't. Leaves the heavy pressure of his palms there and the scuff of his thumb where it rubs across her back the way someone might scrub off dirt for how needy it is. In truth, he just needs the pressure. Needs to keep shifting the buried angle of his profile to feel how real she is, which looks, for the record, absolutely ridiculous to anyone stood there watching.
Poe saw her more often than he did. Bad luck, and it broke his heart to hear about it (he was happy for them— is happy they got to be near one another) but it's hard not to be marginally selfish when everything comes down to the occasional planetary alignment.
Finn took leave for a week after that. Buried himself in Poe's quarters just to remind himself of what he had, rather than what he didn't.
Now, at least for a little while, he won't have to miss either of them.]
I didn't know—
[He starts, not having any real control over the thought as it comes tumbling out of him. It doesn't even make sense without context, but then finishing it feels impossible. Doesn't even remember where he was going with it in the first place.]
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Poe saw her more often than he did. Bad luck, and it broke his heart to hear about it (he was happy for them— is happy they got to be near one another) but it's hard not to be marginally selfish when everything comes down to the occasional planetary alignment.
Finn took leave for a week after that. Buried himself in Poe's quarters just to remind himself of what he had, rather than what he didn't.
Now, at least for a little while, he won't have to miss either of them.]
I didn't know—
[He starts, not having any real control over the thought as it comes tumbling out of him. It doesn't even make sense without context, but then finishing it feels impossible. Doesn't even remember where he was going with it in the first place.]