[ Maybe that’s what pisses her off about it - that some part of her wants to agree with him, even know she thinks she knows better. It always feels best when it’s the three of them together, whether they’re dodging blaster fire or having a quiet moment on the ship. But another part of her can’t consciously cross that barrier - that line between friendship and something else. Something more. She isn’t ready to face that or face the implications and worse, how acknowledging anything would make her fear of losing them too real.

With Poe, at least she can pretend the sex is casual - the way it started out, when they first met - but it’s too late for that with Rex. She’d have to confront the emotional motivation - and she’d would really, really rather not. ]

There is no us, Dameron. [ The words are unnecessarily cruel by design, as if by being mean she can convince them both of what she’s saying - like her actions haven’t been saying the exact opposite all this time. ] We fuck. Sometimes we get shot at together. That’s it. [ She keeps her hand against his chest, forcing distance between them as if she isn’t still crowding his lap. ] And I like you fine, but you’re making a mistake if you think that means you get to call me out on some imaginary shit like you fucking know me.