it happened by chance. one minute, he was walking down the street, completely distracted because - well, because everything. jaina was upset; and not just upset, the kind of upset he knew he couldn’t just fix by trying to make her smile. it was the kind of upset that took time and care and understanding to heal, and he was going to be there for every second of it. finn had been hiding out with them, and after everything the man had gone through, poe couldn’t help but feel for him. he couldn’t imagine feeling that betrayed, not in a million years. bb-8 was back, and she needed all the help she could. plus, his mother. he was still waiting for that dream to vanish in a puff of smoke. so he’d gone out to get some air, take in the washington night, watch as the city was still awake around them. d’qar hadn’t been like that, not even close. something had always been happening, the base had always been alive, but it didn’t have the same shining lights or constant buzz of noise. washington was different that way.
poe had been distracted, scuffing at the concrete pavement with the toe of his boots, but he’d looked up to see a face he recognised all too well. “anakin?” he called out, stopping dead in his tracks. he knew jaya had been trying to reach her brother for a while, all of her calls going unanswered, and all he’d been able to do was press a cup of hot chocolate into her hands and listen to her rant. she was worried beyond belief, with good reason. and they didn’t know where anakin was hiding out. but that, right there - in front of poe - was definitely the youngest solo.
