His palm itched, that ghost of a feeling making his fingers curl as if he could take both their hands in his from here. But he didn't reach out. Finn was the bridge. Always had been. Sometimes Poe forgot that, but in moments like this is made his heart ache with how much he loved that side of him.
He pauses.
"You two sit." He isn't sure he can, yet. The anger and grief still curling in him like a half-smothered flame. Sitting still is unlikely.
"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere,' He adds, as if he feels she needs the reassurance. He crosses his arms, the dark curling smoke dissipating around his feet.
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His palm itched, that ghost of a feeling making his fingers curl as if he could take both their hands in his from here. But he didn't reach out. Finn was the bridge. Always had been. Sometimes Poe forgot that, but in moments like this is made his heart ache with how much he loved that side of him.
He pauses.
"You two sit." He isn't sure he can, yet. The anger and grief still curling in him like a half-smothered flame. Sitting still is unlikely.
"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere,' He adds, as if he feels she needs the reassurance. He crosses his arms, the dark curling smoke dissipating around his feet.