He frowned slightly, glancing up at the blaster on the side table for a quick moment, then back to the bruises blooming on Poe's neck. The many, many bruises...why were there so many, what had he been thinking, knowing what they planned to do this afternoon? (That is was hot, of course. So very, very hot and it was perfect, seeing Poe like this now and if they weren't here for the express purpose of Poe resting...no. He cut that train of thought right off).

"Your dad's gonna kick me out."