[ God, he might as well have been pulling directly on her heart, the way he looks just then, saying please as if there were even a chance she might refuse him. Her makes her chest feel painfully tight, its contents too full for her ribs to contain. What would she have done, if she pulled his body from the rubble and found him as cold and lifeless as Linus?
Her embrace is fierce. Borderline bruising. She holds onto him as if holding tightly enough would keep them from ever being separated. As if the solidness of his body against hers is the one anchor she has after all that's happened. They've never had such a close call. It's never been this bad before, and she...
She can't stand the thought that she might have lost him. ]
I'm sorry. [ It's a muffled apology with no explanation. ] Fuck, I'm sorry, Poe.
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Her embrace is fierce. Borderline bruising. She holds onto him as if holding tightly enough would keep them from ever being separated. As if the solidness of his body against hers is the one anchor she has after all that's happened. They've never had such a close call. It's never been this bad before, and she...
She can't stand the thought that she might have lost him. ]
I'm sorry. [ It's a muffled apology with no explanation. ] Fuck, I'm sorry, Poe.