[John takes another sip, because what else is he supposed to do. Another slightly lesser cringe.
He has some idea where this conversation is going. They'd kissed (and more) under duress. Poe is here to make sure John knows it didn't mean anything.]
[ There’s a reason Poe didn’t bring BB-8 with him to this little meeting. Now that he knows John can understand the droid, he didn’t want Bee getting to the point before Poe himself could manage it. ]
Want to do something? Go... somewhere. Just us, just around here, for fun?
[ Why is that word so hard to say. He drags a hand through his hair and pretends to be interested in the flowers on Chyler’s desk. ] Like a date, I mean. Not like a date, an actual one.
[John stops pretending to drink his coffee and sits back in his chair.
He really looks at Poe for the first time since he walked through the door. Poe, with his beautiful brown eyes, beautiful face, and his beautiful soul. He's a good person at heart. John knows that.
It's why he fell in love with him. And why John wasn't surprised when Poe left.
People like Poe don't stay with men like John Sheppard.]
[ Poe looks at John properly, somewhere between hurt, angry, and confused. It's not a nice cocktail, and even as he tries to keep it to himself, he doesn't do a very good job. He never does a good job of hiding his emotions. ]
That's not-- I'm not doing it because I have to do it, or because I think I have to. I thought-- I thought--
[ Poe falters. Force, was he wrong? Does John not think of what happened out there the same way he does? ]
I wanted to do it right this time. I wanted to do it right. If there's gonna be an us, I mean, if you wanted. You don't have to.
[ He can feel heat in his cheeks and is glad, not for the first time, that his blushes don't really show. Talk about embarrassing.
He clears his throat, trying for all he's worth to sound casual. ]
I'll let you get back to.... [ Work? ] ...to what you were doing.
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He has some idea where this conversation is going. They'd kissed (and more) under duress. Poe is here to make sure John knows it didn't mean anything.]
Shoot.
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[ There’s a reason Poe didn’t bring BB-8 with him to this little meeting. Now that he knows John can understand the droid, he didn’t want Bee getting to the point before Poe himself could manage it. ]
Want to do something? Go... somewhere. Just us, just around here, for fun?
[ Why is that word so hard to say. He drags a hand through his hair and pretends to be interested in the flowers on Chyler’s desk. ] Like a date, I mean. Not like a date, an actual one.
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[John stops pretending to drink his coffee and sits back in his chair.
He really looks at Poe for the first time since he walked through the door. Poe, with his beautiful brown eyes, beautiful face, and his beautiful soul. He's a good person at heart. John knows that.
It's why he fell in love with him. And why John wasn't surprised when Poe left.
People like Poe don't stay with men like John Sheppard.]
You don't have to do this, just because we...
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That's not-- I'm not doing it because I have to do it, or because I think I have to. I thought-- I thought--
[ Poe falters. Force, was he wrong? Does John not think of what happened out there the same way he does? ]
I wanted to do it right this time. I wanted to do it right. If there's gonna be an us, I mean, if you wanted. You don't have to.
[ He can feel heat in his cheeks and is glad, not for the first time, that his blushes don't really show. Talk about embarrassing.
He clears his throat, trying for all he's worth to sound casual. ]
I'll let you get back to.... [ Work? ] ...to what you were doing.