[John's drinking some of that dark sludge they call coffee. You could run a tank off it. His heart's already pounding in his chest.
Or maybe that's just what Poe Dameron does to him. Spikes his blood pressure like a goddamn shot of espresso.
He wasn't expecting to see him so soon. Poe's temper burns hot, and it usually takes a while for him to cool down. John braces himself for a fight, fingers clenching tighter around the handle of his make-shift mug.]
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Date: 2019-05-30 04:15 am (UTC)Or maybe that's just what Poe Dameron does to him. Spikes his blood pressure like a goddamn shot of espresso.
He wasn't expecting to see him so soon. Poe's temper burns hot, and it usually takes a while for him to cool down. John braces himself for a fight, fingers clenching tighter around the handle of his make-shift mug.]
I was just leaving.