[Yelled from the kitchen, where John was doing the dishes. At 2am. As one does. He opens the door wearing yellow rubber gloves, mouth pursed with unspoken worry. They usually call before meeting up with each other, and after all the time they've been spending together recently, John's half expecting Poe to get tired of him.
His first instinct is that something's wrong. Either there's something going down at the PG, Kylo's gone postal again, or Poe's changed his mind about them. It probably speaks to John's experience that he always expects the worst.
Then he sees the look in Poe's eyes, bright and glassy. The tension in his body. Like he's wired, and ready to spring. Excited. He quirks a brow.]
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Date: 2018-03-04 02:02 am (UTC)[Yelled from the kitchen, where John was doing the dishes. At 2am. As one does. He opens the door wearing yellow rubber gloves, mouth pursed with unspoken worry. They usually call before meeting up with each other, and after all the time they've been spending together recently, John's half expecting Poe to get tired of him.
His first instinct is that something's wrong. Either there's something going down at the PG, Kylo's gone postal again, or Poe's changed his mind about them. It probably speaks to John's experience that he always expects the worst.
Then he sees the look in Poe's eyes, bright and glassy. The tension in his body. Like he's wired, and ready to spring. Excited. He quirks a brow.]
Are you... okay?