"I'm not upset," He replied, even though he was visibly hesitating. He didn't want to break this. Finn was so much better than he was when it came to anything gentle - he and Rey had always carved themselves into Poe's heart with their ability to be kind. He wasn't exactly kind. Friendly, sure. Charming, definitely. But he had a renowned temper and he never did anything by half.
He glanced at Finn as if checking to see if it was okay, and then edged back closer to them, lying back down and turning onto his side so he could watch them embrace. Still not close enough to touch, but it was better.
He wasn't going to ruin this. He refused. Even if it meant holding himself back for weeks or months or years until she felt comfortable with them again, he would force himself to do it.
"You make those machines they use now?"
Computers were fascinating to him but seemed to have sprung up out of no where. 50 years can feel like the blink of an eye, when you're several thousand years old. "What do you do with them?"
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He glanced at Finn as if checking to see if it was okay, and then edged back closer to them, lying back down and turning onto his side so he could watch them embrace. Still not close enough to touch, but it was better.
He wasn't going to ruin this. He refused. Even if it meant holding himself back for weeks or months or years until she felt comfortable with them again, he would force himself to do it.
"You make those machines they use now?"
Computers were fascinating to him but seemed to have sprung up out of no where. 50 years can feel like the blink of an eye, when you're several thousand years old. "What do you do with them?"