Wha- What? Finn blinked hard and questioned himself. He remembered correctly, right? The whole-... Well, the bruises on his thighs seemed to suggest- But- Poe did just pat him on the shoulder, right?
This was hell. He'd died and this was hell.
Face almost practically on fire, Finn found his own pants not very far away and got up to retrieve them. The shirt seemed to be missing somehow, but at least he knew where both of his boots were. He busied himself with getting them on, hopping on one leg at a time like it was morning drill or something, trying very hard not to look in Poe's general direction. He wasn't sure what the other's reaction to waking up like this meant, but it made a whole hell of a lot of guilt curl up in Finn's stomach. He couldn't lose Poe over this... Right?
Not looking at Poe, he tried to speak, "Do we-," and had to immediately stop to clear his throat. "Communicator. Do you see a, uh- Never mind, I-" Ah, God, shut up. He found a communicator next to one of his boots. "Bee, you holding up okay?"
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This was hell. He'd died and this was hell.
Face almost practically on fire, Finn found his own pants not very far away and got up to retrieve them. The shirt seemed to be missing somehow, but at least he knew where both of his boots were. He busied himself with getting them on, hopping on one leg at a time like it was morning drill or something, trying very hard not to look in Poe's general direction. He wasn't sure what the other's reaction to waking up like this meant, but it made a whole hell of a lot of guilt curl up in Finn's stomach. He couldn't lose Poe over this... Right?
Not looking at Poe, he tried to speak, "Do we-," and had to immediately stop to clear his throat. "Communicator. Do you see a, uh- Never mind, I-" Ah, God, shut up. He found a communicator next to one of his boots. "Bee, you holding up okay?"