[ For a few seconds, Poe is silent, John’s words finally catching up, working their way through. For a few seconds after that, he’s just breathing, with the long inhale and short, gasped exhalation of someone who’s far too drunk for anyone’s good. ] God.
God, I can’t go back to our room like this.
[ He can’t be this person. He doesn’t want Rey to see it. He doesn’t want Finn to be disappointed by it. ] Fuck.
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Date: 2018-01-16 10:12 pm (UTC)God, I can’t go back to our room like this.
[ He can’t be this person. He doesn’t want Rey to see it. He doesn’t want Finn to be disappointed by it. ] Fuck.