It would hit him, once in a while. Usually when Bodhi was out and Poe had to face an hour or so alone with no distractions. His mind would go to dark places and the nightmares that so often frequented his sleep would slip into the daylight. But he never, ever, let Bodhi see that. He was determined to be firm as bedrock, for the other man. Nothing but supportive.

Other than those fleeting moments, he pushed it from his mind the same way he had pushed the Hosnian system from his mind, while at the battle over Starkiller. The same way he pushed the screams of his squadmates from his mind. It wasn't healthy, but he dealt with it.

If he hadn't had Bodhi...

Who knew what he would have ended up doing to himself. Getting himself killed doing something fucking stupid, was the most likely. But Bodhi gave him something to protect. Something to hang on to.

Something that had been growing deeper with each passing day, even as he refused to think about it or speak about it.



It was the fingers in his hair, that slowly drew him to consciousness - breathing in deeply as his eyes slowly opened, a lazy smile coming to his lips as he caught Bodhi watching him. He shifted, pulling himself up a little closer, the arm around Bodhi's waist just squeezing a little tighter.

"... Hey. Get some sleep?"