Poe snapped his hand back so fast that the rest of his body went with it,
taking a full few steps back away from Finn, now.
"I got the message, Finn." He said, his voice tight. It hurt too much to
try to stop from hurting back, though he was trying. Fuck, but he was
trying. "Nothing like you, and stupid. I got the message."
"Word of advice? Leave it at 'I'm sorry', next time." It was bitter, and he
hated himself instantly for saying it, but he didn't take it back. The very
idea that he could just - find someone else, for the sake of it--
Finn looked down at his hand. He'd made a mess of even this. Not surprising. But he nodded to himself, and turned to gather his helmet back up. Maybe it was better he ruined everything. No chance for a second spring in a battle ground that's been burned and salted.
"Best damned pilot in the galaxy," He spat, unable to completely control
his tongue. It sounded more like a curse, the way he said it. Like bitter
mockery of himself.
Best pilot in the galaxy and he couldn't even keep his fighter flying when
Finn needed him to.
Couldn't fly well enough to keep the best thing he'd ever had in his life.
He didn't wait to hear a reply - didn't want to. He was too angry, which
surprised him, and hurt, which didn't. So he just backed right up to the
door that he had entered through, turned around, and left through it
without another word.
Before he could burn more bridges just for the sake of it.
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Poe snapped his hand back so fast that the rest of his body went with it, taking a full few steps back away from Finn, now.
"I got the message, Finn." He said, his voice tight. It hurt too much to try to stop from hurting back, though he was trying. Fuck, but he was trying. "Nothing like you, and stupid. I got the message."
"Word of advice? Leave it at 'I'm sorry', next time." It was bitter, and he hated himself instantly for saying it, but he didn't take it back. The very idea that he could just - find someone else, for the sake of it--
He felt ill.
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Finn looked down at his hand. He'd made a mess of even this. Not surprising. But he nodded to himself, and turned to gather his helmet back up. Maybe it was better he ruined everything. No chance for a second spring in a battle ground that's been burned and salted.
"You're better."
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"Best damned pilot in the galaxy," He spat, unable to completely control his tongue. It sounded more like a curse, the way he said it. Like bitter mockery of himself.
Best pilot in the galaxy and he couldn't even keep his fighter flying when Finn needed him to.
Couldn't fly well enough to keep the best thing he'd ever had in his life.
He didn't wait to hear a reply - didn't want to. He was too angry, which surprised him, and hurt, which didn't. So he just backed right up to the door that he had entered through, turned around, and left through it without another word.
Before he could burn more bridges just for the sake of it.