[ At times Poe thinks about his parents, how soon after the war was over that they ended up retiring, and about the fact that he doesn't see any such end in sight for himself. The way things turned out after that war is a big part of it, even though he wasn't thinking about that when he swore he would see things through to the end this time. It's not really over, and he's not sure if it ever will be, in some ways. At the very least he can't even consider stepping back until he's confident that he's passing his title off to someone he can trust with it, and someone he could leave to it, and that's just not possible yet.
But that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it, what things would be like if neither of them had to be a part of this. No emergency meetings, no dangerous missions, no pacing and waiting for the other to come back when they're half a galaxy apart. Just them, and something like a normal life. It's what his mother would have wanted for him. What his father thinks he'll have, eventually, and he barely knows what it would look like. Just that he's considered what shape it would take. With Rey.
He's comfortable with her in his arms, leaning into his chest, where his free hand easily settles on the back of her neck, his arm resting against her back. They may not be able to stay out here forever, but the way he holds her implies that he wants to. Even as things stand now, he won't pry her away before she's ready to let go. ]
You don't share everything. [ He has to remind her, his fingertips circling through the strands of loose hair that are too short to have been caught up in her knots. ] I'm still yours, even when I have to go be General Dameron.
[ As if he ever stops, but she knows what he means. ]
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But that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it, what things would be like if neither of them had to be a part of this. No emergency meetings, no dangerous missions, no pacing and waiting for the other to come back when they're half a galaxy apart. Just them, and something like a normal life. It's what his mother would have wanted for him. What his father thinks he'll have, eventually, and he barely knows what it would look like. Just that he's considered what shape it would take. With Rey.
He's comfortable with her in his arms, leaning into his chest, where his free hand easily settles on the back of her neck, his arm resting against her back. They may not be able to stay out here forever, but the way he holds her implies that he wants to. Even as things stand now, he won't pry her away before she's ready to let go. ]
You don't share everything. [ He has to remind her, his fingertips circling through the strands of loose hair that are too short to have been caught up in her knots. ] I'm still yours, even when I have to go be General Dameron.
[ As if he ever stops, but she knows what he means. ]