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[flightforfreedom]

You've reached Poe Dameron. I'm off flying something or trying not to get killed, so go ahead and leave a message and I'll get back to you eventually.

 

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[shadowglitter]

[ another line from Poe he can read into a thousand different ways, all of which hurt harder than the last. he looks out the window of fauxhalla, watching the birds fly over the trees and thinks of little inconsequential things like what magnus is going to cook for dinner that night or what peter's doing with his girlfriend right now.

he's getting better at not obsessing over every little word poe says, if only slightly. maybe he really is capable of letting go, some day.

probably not, though. ]

I'll stop saying things like that. I promise.




Still gonna make you something to eat, though.

[flightforfreedom]

i will eat it dutifully

[He doesn't say anything about the rest. He can't. He doesn't trust himself to do it.]

[shadowglitter]

[ takes that as a silent "yeah, that'd be good" and feels sand in his stomach for pushing things. he types "you can call me odin if you really want", but can't bring himself to send it. just dwells in his regret with his thumb hovering over send for about fifteen minutes. ]

I should probably let you go check on your friend.

I'll be here - if you need to talk.

[flightforfreedom]

yeah. not really something I'm relishing but

thanks

I'll see you soon