Poe pulled his hand free, averting his gaze, feeling queasy.
"I'm not hurt," he said, sliding out from Finn's reach and back towards the doorway. Everything was just - this was a lot, and his head was pounding, and he kept thinking of the Admiral's face, bathed in red light as a beam shot across the galaxy--
He swallowed and pulled further away.
"I am like this. I am. I'm--" He couldn't stand it, if Finn thought he was broken. He just couldn't stand it--
His hand balled tightly into a fist and then pressed hard into the doorframe. He didn't slam it. Just pressed it, and then kept pressing it until his knuckles went white.
"I'm not broken," he said finally, a real note of hurt and anger in his voice, and then before Finn could stop him, he fled. Not that there was anywhere he could really go.
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"I'm not hurt," he said, sliding out from Finn's reach and back towards the doorway. Everything was just - this was a lot, and his head was pounding, and he kept thinking of the Admiral's face, bathed in red light as a beam shot across the galaxy--
He swallowed and pulled further away.
"I am like this. I am. I'm--" He couldn't stand it, if Finn thought he was broken. He just couldn't stand it--
His hand balled tightly into a fist and then pressed hard into the doorframe. He didn't slam it. Just pressed it, and then kept pressing it until his knuckles went white.
"I'm not broken," he said finally, a real note of hurt and anger in his voice, and then before Finn could stop him, he fled. Not that there was anywhere he could really go.