Finn's content to work in silence for the next few seconds, ending the
simulation once and for all and gathering the blasters from the now base
ground of the simulation room. Okay. Maybe not content, far from it. But
it's what ends up happening anyway.
He knows without needed the health readout of his old uniform that his
heart hasn't returned to baseline as it should by now, the tension he
didn't know how to put into words, or would even want to if he could,
keeping him on edge. It has to show in the tightness of his back, the
slightly harsh edge to his movements. But like everything else between them
since BB-8 had shoved him that day, he can only hope Poe doesn't mention
it.
Blasters gathered, he headed to the door and, eloquently, could only think
of the obvious to say.
"You're off normal hours. We might have to get a little creative."
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Finn's content to work in silence for the next few seconds, ending the simulation once and for all and gathering the blasters from the now base ground of the simulation room. Okay. Maybe not content, far from it. But it's what ends up happening anyway.
He knows without needed the health readout of his old uniform that his heart hasn't returned to baseline as it should by now, the tension he didn't know how to put into words, or would even want to if he could, keeping him on edge. It has to show in the tightness of his back, the slightly harsh edge to his movements. But like everything else between them since BB-8 had shoved him that day, he can only hope Poe doesn't mention it.
Blasters gathered, he headed to the door and, eloquently, could only think of the obvious to say.
"You're off normal hours. We might have to get a little creative."