It was nothing short of a gift to Poe. The time he'd been able to spend with his two friends was often brief; stolen moments between missions to catch up, possibly relax and laugh, before one of them was off again. He felt there was so much more to get to know about the both of them and he wanted to do just that.
And now? They were isolated but safe. Just them and the Falcon. And BB8 of course. Nothing to do but fly and get to know each other.
It was fine if Poe was getting more out of their friendship than they could ever realise, wasn't it? Poe was fine with it, and he wasn't going to do anything weird or creepy.
He could hear their voices now, floating down from the main deck. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he recognised each voice, the tones. It was peaceful and comforting. Poe checked a few dials on the cockpit dashboard, (nothing had changed since the last time he check), and considered joining them.
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And now? They were isolated but safe. Just them and the Falcon. And BB8 of course. Nothing to do but fly and get to know each other.
It was fine if Poe was getting more out of their friendship than they could ever realise, wasn't it? Poe was fine with it, and he wasn't going to do anything weird or creepy.
He could hear their voices now, floating down from the main deck. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but he recognised each voice, the tones. It was peaceful and comforting. Poe checked a few dials on the cockpit dashboard, (nothing had changed since the last time he check), and considered joining them.