[ As the silence draws on and Poe draws ever inwards, Rex reaches out and lays his hand atop Poe's. It's done so quietly and subtly that it can almost be mistaken for a mistake. He doesn't even look Poe's way - it's as though he had reached out for balance and had put his hand on Poe's by chance alone. There's nothing accidental about the way his fingers curl around Poe's knuckles, though, firm as can be.
Hearing Andy finally say it, though - he didn't realize what a punch to the gut it would be until he says it, the rush of relief flooding him as unfamiliar as it is unwelcome, his breath catching in his throat and his heart hammering in his chest. He had thought -- yes, she wanted to stay. But he couldn't be sure. He didn't know how uncertain he was until it's out in the open, that she'd stay with them if given a choice, that her ties are strong enough that this isn't home to him and him alone, that these people aren't home to him and him alone. ]
And you haven't even seen me with my clothes off, [ he shoots back at her. After that, though, there are no words that will do, nothing any of them can say to make this easier, to salve the wound that is Andy wanting so desperately to leave and wanting so desperately not to love them. It's not how any of this should go.
He looks away for a moment, making a dismissive sound in the back of his throat. Pathetic. He's not just Rex. He's Rex of the five-oh-first, right-hand man to none other than the chosen one himself, fearlessly traversing the Outer Rim, leader of Torrent Squad, example to the finest. He's no coward.
Fuck that. He's still a Captain. It's time that he damn well acts like one. And so, boldly, he crawls forward a step and he kisses her. It's nothing like the hesitant, fumbling way he'd kissed Poe at first, slowly, almost leisurely figuring out what it's all about. It's swift and it's hard, hand rising to cup at the side of her face before he draws away with the same sort of quickness that almost distracts from the tremble in his hand and his voice alike. ]
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Hearing Andy finally say it, though - he didn't realize what a punch to the gut it would be until he says it, the rush of relief flooding him as unfamiliar as it is unwelcome, his breath catching in his throat and his heart hammering in his chest. He had thought -- yes, she wanted to stay. But he couldn't be sure. He didn't know how uncertain he was until it's out in the open, that she'd stay with them if given a choice, that her ties are strong enough that this isn't home to him and him alone, that these people aren't home to him and him alone. ]
And you haven't even seen me with my clothes off, [ he shoots back at her. After that, though, there are no words that will do, nothing any of them can say to make this easier, to salve the wound that is Andy wanting so desperately to leave and wanting so desperately not to love them. It's not how any of this should go.
He looks away for a moment, making a dismissive sound in the back of his throat. Pathetic. He's not just Rex. He's Rex of the five-oh-first, right-hand man to none other than the chosen one himself, fearlessly traversing the Outer Rim, leader of Torrent Squad, example to the finest. He's no coward.
Fuck that. He's still a Captain. It's time that he damn well acts like one. And so, boldly, he crawls forward a step and he kisses her. It's nothing like the hesitant, fumbling way he'd kissed Poe at first, slowly, almost leisurely figuring out what it's all about. It's swift and it's hard, hand rising to cup at the side of her face before he draws away with the same sort of quickness that almost distracts from the tremble in his hand and his voice alike. ]
Then it's settled. You're staying.