STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
STEP 2: leave a comment with their name in the subject line, pictures, words or all of the above
STEP 3: profit

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[reconditioning]

Hey man, you promise to take me up in that thing and you know I'll say yes just as long as it doesn't involve going anywhere even near Jakku. [Call it healthy wariness on his part, not wanting to walk the same tracks twice when the first go went so explosively off course. That's not to say if circumstance-- necessity-- calls for it, he wouldn't ever go back, just that until the day that particularly specific distress signal comes in, he's good.

Better than good, he's alive - and free.]

Been there, done that, got the souvenir coat and definitely messed it up.

[ejecting]

[Her halfway been joking, but he means it, too. He'd like to take him up, tight spaces not withstanding. Maybe Finn didn't get that feeling he did when he escaped the pull of gravity, but if he did, even a little, it was hard not to want to share it. A sacred thing.]

That I can promise buddy. I've had enough sand for one lifetime.

[He says it with only the slightest sigh, tune still mostly laughter. Tired of sand.]

Can't promise you another souvenir. You can wear the helmet though.

[reconditioning]

You sure it'll fit? [He starts, sounding entirely serious for a beat before one tired hand reaches over to paw roughly at the side of Poe's face, upsetting his already unkempt hair.] You've got kind of a big head - probably all that ego up there.

[Not that he even comes close to meaning it: Poe might swagger around without needing a reason, but he's not arrogant-- not even self-involved-- and all that confidence seems somehow redirected to the people around him. Hux used to bark out his battle cry to keep the troops hungry for a fight, but Poe...

Poe gives people the idea that they can fight, not that they have to.]

[ejecting]

[He was instantly ready to answer in the affirmative before Finn dropped his innocent act to egg him on. But he only laughs, doesn't even bother to pull away from the offending hand. Actually quite opposite, as he tips his face to leave Finn's fingers deeper in his hair.]

Big hair. Not all of us want to be as clean-cut as you.

[He's easy under his touch, used to casual affection and the usual comeraderie that came with being a soldier. At least with someone who didn't outrank you.

Yet.]

And I pull this off.

[reconditioning]

[He scoffs out something, the low start of a laugh, maybe, though it's lost the second his back muscles compress from thoughtless effort. Right. Can't do that just yet.

So instead his thumb slips down, catching the pilot's temple in the process before scrubbing-- just once-- at the mess of tousled curls he's been invited to upset. It's affectionate, if not experimental (life outside the First Order is different, and etiquette is, perhaps, the most obvious offender) but eventually he's settled his arm back down again across his own side.] Hey, by First Order standards, I'm practically business casual, buddy.

But yeah. You do alright.

[ejecting]

[It doesn't bother him in the slightest, the minor pause there, and his smile only softens in a way that is all warmth. He settles back in the chair, glad to see that Finn seems to know his own limits. It was never any fun having someone in the hospital who fought it the whole time.]

You are. And you do alright, too.

[Compliments came easy. Easier with some people. No one has ever accused him of being cold. Flirting, though-]

There anything you want? I could probably scrounge up a chess board for you.

[reconditioning]

[For a minute he's quiet-- low breathing, eyes shut-- it might even seem like he's drifted off until his left cracks open, then his right. He's wearing that look again, the same one he'd flashed before dragging Poe Dameron straight out of Detention Block and into the open.

Finn's voice is low; he checks his peripherals, then asks:] Could you break me out?

[ejecting]

[Ah, there it was. The look of pain that sweeps across Poe's face isn't even slightly forced.]

Believe me buddy, if I could, I would. Hell, when I can I will, and you can hold me to it, but you're still awful hurt.

[Awful hurt like the kind of hurt one step away from the kind you don't come back from.

Still-]

I might be able to find a chair. For a short excursion?

[That had to be safe. Air and supposed to be good for you, right?]

[reconditioning]

[If he's self-conscious about the idea of being wheeled around by (Poe freaking Dameron of all people) it doesn't come close to showing. Finn flashes a grin that's half-suppressed, twitching eagerly at the corner like someone else might be watching them, all trained in habit.] Hell yes, I'm in.

I'm always in.

[ejecting]

[He's happy to see that Finn isn't injured much by the refusal. Isn't angry at him. It makes him bounce to his feet, hand still curled around the leather.]

That's my guy.

[His grin is broad as he swings the coat go rest over the back of his chair, takes a step back.]

Let me go find some wheels and we'll have you out in no time.

[And then he's gone.]