Even though it had been his suggestion, it still took Poe a moment to unholster his blaster and hand the gun over to Kylo. Once it was out of his hand there was a fleeting moment of doubt but no, he knew this was the best course of action. As much as he wanted to believe he would remain calm and relatively composed, Poe couldn't trust himself. Not in this, not right now. There was too much anxiety and painful memories wrapped up in the location.
In a way, it was indirectly a show of trust as well. That he was trusting Kylo wasn't suddenly going to turn on him once he was back in the lion's den. He was putting his life in Kylo's hands, which... wasn't something he ever imagined himself doing, to be quite honest. It wasn't really something he did, period.
When they landed Poe took a deep breath to try and settle his nerves before following after the other man. He might as well not bothered given the way adrenaline spiked hard as soon as he saw the familiar ship interior and troops moving about. Fight or flight threatened to kick in and he swallowed thickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket as his fingers curled into fists. He could do this. He would do this.
Poe was aware of Kylo talking to others but the words didn't really register, the pilot too wrapped up in trying to manage his emotions. He was very aware of Kylo's presence though. Subconsciously he focused on it, focused on the other man and tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that was insisting he should be freaking out right now.
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In a way, it was indirectly a show of trust as well. That he was trusting Kylo wasn't suddenly going to turn on him once he was back in the lion's den. He was putting his life in Kylo's hands, which... wasn't something he ever imagined himself doing, to be quite honest. It wasn't really something he did, period.
When they landed Poe took a deep breath to try and settle his nerves before following after the other man. He might as well not bothered given the way adrenaline spiked hard as soon as he saw the familiar ship interior and troops moving about. Fight or flight threatened to kick in and he swallowed thickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket as his fingers curled into fists. He could do this. He would do this.
Poe was aware of Kylo talking to others but the words didn't really register, the pilot too wrapped up in trying to manage his emotions. He was very aware of Kylo's presence though. Subconsciously he focused on it, focused on the other man and tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that was insisting he should be freaking out right now.