[He's the same. They've always been so similar, taken from their families before they could really remember them. Maybe his had wanted him in a way hers hadn't but he has no way of knowing either to be true or false. And then, they learned how to survive, even if the ways were vastly different.
Life only really meant survival, until he met her.
He squeezes as she does, releases her only when she starts to pull back. Her hand brushing against his face reminds him of when Poe curled his hand around Finn's. How strange it was to go from not having anyone touch you to having two people who did it without a second thought.]
Don't worry. I'll talk to him. Everything will work out. [He believes that now. How could he think anything else.
Still, there's one other matter.] You don't have to go.
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Life only really meant survival, until he met her.
He squeezes as she does, releases her only when she starts to pull back. Her hand brushing against his face reminds him of when Poe curled his hand around Finn's. How strange it was to go from not having anyone touch you to having two people who did it without a second thought.]
Don't worry. I'll talk to him. Everything will work out. [He believes that now. How could he think anything else.
Still, there's one other matter.] You don't have to go.