[ With any luck, Poe will remember and be able to tease him about it.
As it is, Poe takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and ordering the world to stay steady in three different languages. Then he grabs on to John. His whole self is pretty well focused on the immediate next steps, that bit of contact, that long study of John's face already slipping into the gray behind him. The present is where his attention stays for as long as the tour lasts. Bathroom, sink, mouthwash.
Poe is starting to feel a little more human, even if the galaxy outside of the small sphere of him and John stays distant and blurred.
By the time they get back to John's room, Poe is conscious of the way his clothes smell. He's also drunk enough that he doesn't think twice about peeling off a shirt stained with booze and speckled with vomit before the door is even closed. It comes off; he drops it on the floor. The chain he always wears swings free, the little steel-brushed washer at the end dropping into view.
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Date: 2018-01-17 06:40 am (UTC)As it is, Poe takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and ordering the world to stay steady in three different languages. Then he grabs on to John. His whole self is pretty well focused on the immediate next steps, that bit of contact, that long study of John's face already slipping into the gray behind him. The present is where his attention stays for as long as the tour lasts. Bathroom, sink, mouthwash.
Poe is starting to feel a little more human, even if the galaxy outside of the small sphere of him and John stays distant and blurred.
By the time they get back to John's room, Poe is conscious of the way his clothes smell. He's also drunk enough that he doesn't think twice about peeling off a shirt stained with booze and speckled with vomit before the door is even closed. It comes off; he drops it on the floor. The chain he always wears swings free, the little steel-brushed washer at the end dropping into view.
Along with, y'know, the rest of him. ]