[ Poe would like to think that his self control is slightly better than this, that he wouldn't give in to those impulses when he can't be entirely sure that Rey hasn't been pushed to this somehow, but truthfully it's a lot harder to do than it should be. Feeling how soft and warm she can be, a contrast to the heated arguments they can have, somehow threatens to completely undo any inhibitions he's harboring, regardless of where they are, and of the long list of reasons why he shouldn't dive into this without thinking. Even when he's pulling back he can tell that she's reluctant to do the same, and he's faced with another brief but intense desire to kiss her again.
But he knows where that would go. One thing leads to another, and this isn't the time or place for it. So instead he draws his hands away from her hips, his fingers brushing down along her forearms until he finds her hands, catching them in his own and giving them a gentle but significant squeeze, lingering, before he finally lets go of those too. ]
The Up, yeah. I've got an apartment.
[ Much nicer than the bunks in the Down, he's learned. It's a lot more than he's used to having, especially lately, but he's not going to complain about the space. Not when he's wanted nothing more than to share it with Finn, and now with Rey too. He can be certain of that much even while he's still reeling from the sudden shock of seeing her here, let alone what just happened. ]
Are you... feeling okay?
[ He's got to ask while they walk. He's staying close by her side, even in the crowd, even closer than BB-8 on their heels. He can't help but think of the little vials of sand that were pushed his way almost immediately after Orientation, so he's especially suspicious of this scent that she's picked up somewhere. As well as the bottle that's been pressed into her hands before they're well away from the volunteers hawking the stuff. ]
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But he knows where that would go. One thing leads to another, and this isn't the time or place for it. So instead he draws his hands away from her hips, his fingers brushing down along her forearms until he finds her hands, catching them in his own and giving them a gentle but significant squeeze, lingering, before he finally lets go of those too. ]
The Up, yeah. I've got an apartment.
[ Much nicer than the bunks in the Down, he's learned. It's a lot more than he's used to having, especially lately, but he's not going to complain about the space. Not when he's wanted nothing more than to share it with Finn, and now with Rey too. He can be certain of that much even while he's still reeling from the sudden shock of seeing her here, let alone what just happened. ]
Are you... feeling okay?
[ He's got to ask while they walk. He's staying close by her side, even in the crowd, even closer than BB-8 on their heels. He can't help but think of the little vials of sand that were pushed his way almost immediately after Orientation, so he's especially suspicious of this scent that she's picked up somewhere. As well as the bottle that's been pressed into her hands before they're well away from the volunteers hawking the stuff. ]