[ She doesn't know when all of this started to feel routine. When she started to make a routine around them. When it started to seem normal, having them with her all the time. This isn't how she planned it. Sometimes it makes her almost anxious to dwell on it too long — sometimes angry too. Angry at herself. Because it's hard to imagine being without them now — and that, she knows, is some stupid ass sentiment.
But at the same time, she hasn't made any real attempts to leave. She won't name the feeling that makes her stay, but she won't fight it as hard as she thinks she probably should either. So long as nobody makes her confront her own emotions, she can pretend it's a companionship of convenience. Because they make a damn good team, and because the money's not so bad, or because it's not like she has a ship of her own. A litany of reasons piled up over the real one.
It's that warm unnamed something that has her wandering up into the cockpit looking for some specific company. A dwindling cigarette hangs loosely from her lips, betraying her approach with the distinct smell of carababba tabac. She leans on the pilot's seat, nudging Poe lightly with her elbow. ]
poe & andy
But at the same time, she hasn't made any real attempts to leave. She won't name the feeling that makes her stay, but she won't fight it as hard as she thinks she probably should either. So long as nobody makes her confront her own emotions, she can pretend it's a companionship of convenience. Because they make a damn good team, and because the money's not so bad, or because it's not like she has a ship of her own. A litany of reasons piled up over the real one.
It's that warm unnamed something that has her wandering up into the cockpit looking for some specific company. A dwindling cigarette hangs loosely from her lips, betraying her approach with the distinct smell of carababba tabac. She leans on the pilot's seat, nudging Poe lightly with her elbow. ]
Hey. You gonna come get some shut-eye soon?