"Technically, I still owe you one. If we're keeping score."
He stayed perfectly still, hands still on Poe's hips, neck exposed. But his
tone had shifted from dry to uncertain, and even from the odd angle of
having his head tipped back he's trying to get a read on the man's
expression after that question. This wasn't something he did. This was all
wandering off in uncharted space, and it was all exactly as dangerous as it
sounded. Poe's last question made all of that irrelevant, though. For this
exact moment at any rate, sitting with a lap full of pilot and dressed in
the other man's clothing. The next part of his reply is slower, clearly
watching how the reception goes.
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"Technically, I still owe you one. If we're keeping score."
He stayed perfectly still, hands still on Poe's hips, neck exposed. But his tone had shifted from dry to uncertain, and even from the odd angle of having his head tipped back he's trying to get a read on the man's expression after that question. This wasn't something he did. This was all wandering off in uncharted space, and it was all exactly as dangerous as it sounded. Poe's last question made all of that irrelevant, though. For this exact moment at any rate, sitting with a lap full of pilot and dressed in the other man's clothing. The next part of his reply is slower, clearly watching how the reception goes.
"But, uh...I don't think we're keeping score."