Finn froze when he realized something was wrong. Rey was still dressed in her sleep clothes and she... looked distraught. Before he could ask, she was holding two familiar sights. Notes to them. She wrote them all the time before she would leave, scatter them about the underworld for Finn and Poe to find.
But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?
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But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?