“Yeah.” He let out a longer sigh and fished out the piece of wood, again, looking at it in his palm.

“Then it’s time to get back to work. And I’m going to need your help.”



Poe didn’t relent, the next few days, and he still spent most of his time outside (“I don’t want to destroy your house by accident”), but he was working hard to include Finn. The request was straightforward - he needed to learn how to split his attention. So for the first little while, he just asked Finn to talk to him while he was trying to move things. It was miserable, at first. Poe couldn’t do both and he was getting increasingly frustrated. But he found that he loved listening to Finn talk - that it kept his mood a lot more even than normal - so he couldn’t send him away. After several days, he finally managed to be able to spin a chip an inch above his pal and talk at the same time, and after that he started picking up things very fast.

They were seated outside, in the sun, the day before Poe’s next scheduled check up, and Poe was spinning two pieces of wood around each other, floating above his palm.

“Okay. I think we need to step up the distraction a notch. You’re going to need to rile me up.”