sclitude:
this can’t be happening. it shouldn’t be happening. kuruk has far too much on his plate now to even consider entertaining this. especially given the fact that it doesn’t make sense. kuruk just can’t - comprehend the idea that poe would want anything to do with him now. it’s not as though anyone ever has. it’s just not - how things work, for knights of ren.
kuruk can’t let himself believe it. because if he does, if he lets himself feel what he’s been burying since he broke things off, and it all goes wrong? kuruk has no idea what he’ll do.
“stop it, just -” kuruk starts, intending to argue, to push poe away as much as he can because he can’t do this, neither of them can, this can’t happen - and then poe takes his hand, and the knight freezes in shock. not only that poe would do so, but because - because it feels nice. because he missed how comforting it is. because he missed… poe.
“don’t - don’t do this -” he wants to fight, he wants to leave, but poe’s eyes are fixed on his and they’re - they’re warm and they’re comforting and they’re hopeful. everything kuruk knows he doesn’t deserve. shaking his head, kuruk squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to pull his hand away. it should be easy. so why isn’t it? “even if i believed you - this can’t work. you know this can’t work.”
poe was glad kuruk didn’t pull away. he expected it, and... well, wouldn’t bllame him. poe might do the same in kuruks situation but kriff, this was just reminding him of before. the warmth and.. rush of what it felt like. sighing some, he took his other hand for a second.
he was right. of course he was. how would a knight and resistance pilot ever work but... kriff if poe didn’t want it to. he shook his head some, pulling kuruk into his arms, holding his breath some, desperately not wanting to let go. “i.... i want this to work. we can, we can make it.”














