He opened to it automatically, pure instinct rather than anything else. He'd slept with enough friends not to be too thrown by it - platonic affection could sometimes turn very not-platonic when surrounded by pilots hyped up on adrenaline and grief.
The guilt hit him approximately 1.5 seconds later, when he thought about who the grief was for. A name, rising to his lips but not leaving them, because the word aloud would just leave a bigger hole.
His hand on Brendan's wrist tightened, and had he been a stronger man would have probably pushed it away. Grief was grief but this was also a seventeen year old kid that he had sworn to himself he was going to protect, to make sure that he was safe while Manabu couldn't.
So instead of the word Sunset leaving his lips, all that came out was a whispered, half aborted, "Brendan--" but it was mostly smothered in a hard kiss that Poe was pressing deeper by the second.
He wasn't even tipsy enough to use that excuse on himself.
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Somehow he didn't expect the kiss.
He opened to it automatically, pure instinct rather than anything else. He'd slept with enough friends not to be too thrown by it - platonic affection could sometimes turn very not-platonic when surrounded by pilots hyped up on adrenaline and grief.
The guilt hit him approximately 1.5 seconds later, when he thought about who the grief was for. A name, rising to his lips but not leaving them, because the word aloud would just leave a bigger hole.
His hand on Brendan's wrist tightened, and had he been a stronger man would have probably pushed it away. Grief was grief but this was also a seventeen year old kid that he had sworn to himself he was going to protect, to make sure that he was safe while Manabu couldn't.
So instead of the word Sunset leaving his lips, all that came out was a whispered, half aborted, "Brendan--" but it was mostly smothered in a hard kiss that Poe was pressing deeper by the second.
He wasn't even tipsy enough to use that excuse on himself.