No one knew. I think maybe Finn guessed. But no one knew.
[ Poe lets his head fall back to rest against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. His face is damp. He feels hot all over, that muggy kind of feeling that comes with crying hard for a long time.
He looks at John without moving, like somehow if he does move John will pull away. He's not ready for that. He doesn't want it. ]
I kept them. [ He presses his hand against his shirt, then reaches up to pull the tangle of chains hidden under his shirt into the light with the soft clinking of metal. John's dog tags, wound around the chain that holds his mother's ring.
He lets both drop against his chest, throat working as he tries to swallow (swallow nerves, swallow another wave of tears). ] I thought I'd never see you again.
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No one knew. I think maybe Finn guessed. But no one knew.
[ Poe lets his head fall back to rest against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. His face is damp. He feels hot all over, that muggy kind of feeling that comes with crying hard for a long time.
He looks at John without moving, like somehow if he does move John will pull away. He's not ready for that. He doesn't want it. ]
I kept them. [ He presses his hand against his shirt, then reaches up to pull the tangle of chains hidden under his shirt into the light with the soft clinking of metal. John's dog tags, wound around the chain that holds his mother's ring.
He lets both drop against his chest, throat working as he tries to swallow (swallow nerves, swallow another wave of tears). ] I thought I'd never see you again.