“yeah, i don’t like that either.”
how, exactly, to say that he and rey had already had this discussion? something like you can lead a fathier to water, but you can’t make him drink. except more like, you could lead a poe to safety, but you can’t ask him not to stick his neck out. there’s a headache building right behind his eyes that asks him to keep these people safe.
“you’re not going out there alone. and no, bb-8 doesn’t count - don’t give me that look, you don’t have arms.”
he crosses his arms, chin lifted. no, he knows they can’t just let the first order sit out there, wait for an attack. but going in there already - just handing themselves over -
“what happens if you get captured? there’s nothing for you to fly out of here.
besides, i’ve been doing recon. whole perimeter of the castle. trying to see
where the stormtroopers might launch an attack from.”
unspoken: where i’d have launched one from. these are the things he knows: best places, best areas, the spots where leading a squad would be the most fruitful.
fn-2187 had shown promise.
“wish we were still on base. you never got to show me around.”
poe recognizes the other’s solicitude tinting his voice and serpentining to his eyes —— it’s mirroring his own whenever the man thinks of his allies in peril, terrified of the worst scenario outcomes ( those memories of people they’ve lost still possess him, lurking behind the darkness of his eyelids. ) a part of him realizes that it’d be best if he tarried in this place and obeyed the orders, but he also believes they’re wasting so much TIME. they could be making much more advanced progress in their plan, not that they really have one anyway, instead of just waiting for the inevitable.
“ hey, no, he doesn’t mean that! ” he scurries to apologize to bb8 on finn’s behalf, reaching down to cover both sides of its head. there’s a playful yet fond smile framing his face and he can feel waves of contentment surging through his body ; it might be just temporary, given the circumstances, and he feels obligated to relish it while he still can. poe rewards his little friend with a concise pat before he straightens up, wincing as if the other has just landed a punch.
there’s nothing for you to fly out of here. it’s not just a passion that never stops blooming between his ribs —— it’s a part of him, one he’d never get detached from. he mourns the loss of it, but people come first.
“ no need to lecture me, mr. i will fly right into the fire, ” he retorts, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. his words, though sporting a teasing tone, bear a hint of anguish ; if it hadn’t been for rose... poe doesn’t even want to think about it. “ and i can explore the entire castle first, then show you around? ” eyebrows raised, he makes a meek & whimsical attempt at convincing the other. it’s in his own fashion.
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