[ The black bodysleeve really did leave almost nothing to the imagination, but Poe was doing his best to be good and so only let his eyes slide a little down Rex's form before he crawled under the blanket beside him. He swore the man had his own generator - it was like crawling in bed with a furnace. Was Poe complaining? No. Absolutely not. He didn't even realise how cold he'd gotten before he was sliding up closer.
Rex smelled really good, again. He really was going to have to lay down rules, about that. ]
Thanks. [ And if he snuggled up a bit too close, who was really going to blame him? ]
... It means a lot. [ Normally he'd just say thanks and then start babbling about the engine repairs he'd done or something, but - something compelled him in another direction, today. ] It's been a rough couple of weeks. [ About as far as he ever went, describing his nightmares. A vague and easily dismissed reference, and that was all. ]
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Rex smelled really good, again. He really was going to have to lay down rules, about that. ]
Thanks. [ And if he snuggled up a bit too close, who was really going to blame him? ]
... It means a lot. [ Normally he'd just say thanks and then start babbling about the engine repairs he'd done or something, but - something compelled him in another direction, today. ] It's been a rough couple of weeks. [ About as far as he ever went, describing his nightmares. A vague and easily dismissed reference, and that was all. ]