I had a good teacher. [ Rex kisses the corner of Poe's mouth, resting his forehead against his and hovering there for a good, long moment, eyes closed, basking in the moment. He'd been so scared for Poe for so long that it's tempting to just stay like this. And he could. Nobody's stopping him. Poe sure as hell isn't.

But he pulls away anyway, because somebody's got to be the medic on this ship and, horrifyingly, Rex is the most qualified member to do that. ]

Do you think you can sit up? You've been lying here for days. [ He laces his fingers with Poe's, tucking his other hand into the crook of his elbow to bend it. It's probably going to hurt. He's been bending Poe's joints manually when he can, but that's really no solution to being prone in bed for hours on end. ] If you don't move sooner rather than later, it's going to hurt. [ He surveys Poe and his less than optimal state. ] More.