Once he was left alone he walked through the space, taking a good look around. The aesthetic was certainly different from anything he was used to. Not bad, just different. A change. He'd get used to it, he supposed. Kind of had to.
Poe shook his head at that line of thinking. Maybe a shower would help clear his mind, he felt like he needed it after all that had taken place this day. As he shrugged off his jacket he realized he still had his communicator on him. After a moment's hesitation he checked and found there were several messages from his friends, mostly panicked and worried sounding. Feeling a sharp pang of guilt, he sent a call to Finn, knowing he needed to pass on some kind of message.
"Hey, it's -- yeah, it's me. Look... no no, just listen, okay? I'm fine, I just -- will you listen? Please?" He ran his free hand through his hair at the worry so plain on the other end of the call. One day his friends would understand. One day. "I arranged a cease fire, probably only temporary but you guys need to get somewhere safe. Get Leia somewhere safe. ... Yeah I know what it looked like but... No, no one's been in my head. This is me. Totally me right now. ... Yes, it's crazy, but crazy is what I do." Poe cracked a smile despite the tension he was feeling. "I need you guys not to worry about me. Seriously. Focus on Leia. Keeping her safe is all that matters. You and Rey need to look after Leia. Promise me you will, no matter what. ... Thank you. ... And have everyone change their comm channels after this call, just to be safe."
"I need to go, just... just look after Leia and take care of yourselves. Tell her... tell her I did this for her, and to protect the Resistance." And for himself.
After another minute or two he ended the call and dropped his communicator on the floor, breaking it under his boot before he could change his mind. Fuck, that was harder than he thought it would be. Rubbing his hands over his face, he went to take a shower, knowing he needed it now more than anything. Not so much to get clean but to try and clear his head, to wash away the guilt over feeling like he was abandoning his friends and wondering if he made the right decision.
Deep down he knew it was the right decision for him. Maybe it was a little messed up but, well, he'd often felt that way since his torture. It had changed him in more ways than one.
When he got redressed he mostly threw on his own clothes out of habit, though he put on the clean shirt under his jacket. And while Poe had intended to find something to occupy himself with, the hot shower and all the stress caught up to him. He ended up stretching out on the couch and drifting into a thankfully dreamless light slumber.
Poe was yet asleep when Kylo returned, an arm curled under his head and the other across his chest. It didn't take long for him to stir though, subconsciously picking up on the other man's agitated energy. He covered a yawn and slowly blinked away sleep, at least until his eyes landed on Kylo. "Everything okay?" he drowsily asked, rubbing one hand over his face as he tried to force himself to wake up quickly, and the other hand pushing him up to a sitting position.
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Poe shook his head at that line of thinking. Maybe a shower would help clear his mind, he felt like he needed it after all that had taken place this day. As he shrugged off his jacket he realized he still had his communicator on him. After a moment's hesitation he checked and found there were several messages from his friends, mostly panicked and worried sounding. Feeling a sharp pang of guilt, he sent a call to Finn, knowing he needed to pass on some kind of message.
"Hey, it's -- yeah, it's me. Look... no no, just listen, okay? I'm fine, I just -- will you listen? Please?" He ran his free hand through his hair at the worry so plain on the other end of the call. One day his friends would understand. One day. "I arranged a cease fire, probably only temporary but you guys need to get somewhere safe. Get Leia somewhere safe. ... Yeah I know what it looked like but... No, no one's been in my head. This is me. Totally me right now. ... Yes, it's crazy, but crazy is what I do." Poe cracked a smile despite the tension he was feeling. "I need you guys not to worry about me. Seriously. Focus on Leia. Keeping her safe is all that matters. You and Rey need to look after Leia. Promise me you will, no matter what. ... Thank you. ... And have everyone change their comm channels after this call, just to be safe."
"I need to go, just... just look after Leia and take care of yourselves. Tell her... tell her I did this for her, and to protect the Resistance." And for himself.
After another minute or two he ended the call and dropped his communicator on the floor, breaking it under his boot before he could change his mind. Fuck, that was harder than he thought it would be. Rubbing his hands over his face, he went to take a shower, knowing he needed it now more than anything. Not so much to get clean but to try and clear his head, to wash away the guilt over feeling like he was abandoning his friends and wondering if he made the right decision.
Deep down he knew it was the right decision for him. Maybe it was a little messed up but, well, he'd often felt that way since his torture. It had changed him in more ways than one.
When he got redressed he mostly threw on his own clothes out of habit, though he put on the clean shirt under his jacket. And while Poe had intended to find something to occupy himself with, the hot shower and all the stress caught up to him. He ended up stretching out on the couch and drifting into a thankfully dreamless light slumber.
Poe was yet asleep when Kylo returned, an arm curled under his head and the other across his chest. It didn't take long for him to stir though, subconsciously picking up on the other man's agitated energy. He covered a yawn and slowly blinked away sleep, at least until his eyes landed on Kylo. "Everything okay?" he drowsily asked, rubbing one hand over his face as he tried to force himself to wake up quickly, and the other hand pushing him up to a sitting position.