[ His dad looks so young. Not much older than Poe himself is now. He can’t look at the kid, too afraid of what he’ll see. It’s bad enough seeing the grief that shadows his father. Kes is younger, yes, but there’s a piece of him so recently gone that it makes him seem ghostly for all his bulk.
Poe wants to hug him. He wants to be home, right now, on Yavin 4, so he can see that the haunting of loss has faded.
“You could just barely see the Death Star in the daytime.”
Poe forces himself to relax his grip on Finn. He can’t even manage a cavalier smile. Part of him wishes this was a memory of his mother, and part of him is very glad it’s not. He’s not sure what he would do if he saw her standing in front of them. ]
It’s... [ Not fine. It’s not fine. But Poe can’t stomach the hypocrisy of protecting himself when Finn didn’t get that option.]
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Poe wants to hug him. He wants to be home, right now, on Yavin 4, so he can see that the haunting of loss has faded.
“You could just barely see the Death Star in the daytime.”
Poe forces himself to relax his grip on Finn. He can’t even manage a cavalier smile. Part of him wishes this was a memory of his mother, and part of him is very glad it’s not. He’s not sure what he would do if he saw her standing in front of them. ]
It’s... [ Not fine. It’s not fine. But Poe can’t stomach the hypocrisy of protecting himself when Finn didn’t get that option.]