[ The words get a smirk, the hand kiss a smile, but when Rex finally leans down and kisses him properly, Poe nearly melts. He didn't even notice how tense he'd been - muscles clenched up in response to the pain, even on the pain killers - until the slow, languid kiss works like a key and unlocks knot after knot in his spine. It still hurts, of course it hurts, it just doesn't seem to matter as much, for a few seconds.

When Rex pulls back, the bravado is gone from Poe's expression, something earnest and caring there instead.

Force, he loved this man so much. ]

Sorry, Rex. [ Murmured quietly, but not ashamedly: he felt more relaxed than anything. ] Comms got jammed, and couldn't get your frequency with the TIE. That's why I was so damn worried in the first place.

Couldn't just sit on my ass, you know?

[ He didn't say it, but the implication was right there below the surface: You would have done the same thing. ]