[ She settles in against him and Poe actually feels how tired he is, for once, letting the mask of bravado slip for a few seconds while she was otherwise occupied. He was exhausted, all the way down to his bones, through his marrow. But it didn't matter. He wanted her here, so much. He could take the way his body complained at him, if it meant he could feel her weight at his side, her hand over his heart. His pulse was fairly even, relax, but it did beat a little faster, just for her.
She spoke, and for a split second he felt guilty: he'd really managed to upset them. But the guilt didn't last. They were alive to be upset. He was alive to be upset with. That was what mattered.
He turned his head, eye closing as he leaned in to press his lips to her hair, breathing her in deep. ]
Sorry. [ For making her worry, for getting hit: not for doing the reckless stupid thing in the first place. ] I'm right here.
[ Then, without a sound uttered, his lips forming the words silently against her scalp: ]
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She spoke, and for a split second he felt guilty: he'd really managed to upset them. But the guilt didn't last. They were alive to be upset. He was alive to be upset with. That was what mattered.
He turned his head, eye closing as he leaned in to press his lips to her hair, breathing her in deep. ]
Sorry. [ For making her worry, for getting hit: not for doing the reckless stupid thing in the first place. ] I'm right here.
[ Then, without a sound uttered, his lips forming the words silently against her scalp: ]
I love you so much.