[ Behind the glare - and Rex has a face tailor made for glaring - there's genuine relief, but he looks tired, too. It had been a long few days without Poe. Long, quiet days. Then again, he always looks tired, so it's not too dramatic a change. Relenting, he brings Poe's hand up to his lips, pressing them right above the nasty looking bruise where he'd none too gently jabbed a needle into him, not even bothering to try for his arms. Then, sweeping some of that ridiculous mop of hair from out of his eyes, he leans over Poe and kisses him, long and languid and slow, the way he likes it, the way he can quite contentedly spend an entire evening if Poe will let him - and he often does.
When he pulls away, his voice drops into sincerity, a low rumble above him. ]
You're never doing that to us again, Poe. Not without comming us first. You understand me?
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[ Behind the glare - and Rex has a face tailor made for glaring - there's genuine relief, but he looks tired, too. It had been a long few days without Poe. Long, quiet days. Then again, he always looks tired, so it's not too dramatic a change. Relenting, he brings Poe's hand up to his lips, pressing them right above the nasty looking bruise where he'd none too gently jabbed a needle into him, not even bothering to try for his arms. Then, sweeping some of that ridiculous mop of hair from out of his eyes, he leans over Poe and kisses him, long and languid and slow, the way he likes it, the way he can quite contentedly spend an entire evening if Poe will let him - and he often does.
When he pulls away, his voice drops into sincerity, a low rumble above him. ]
You're never doing that to us again, Poe. Not without comming us first. You understand me?