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[onlydoubts]

OPEN RP POST

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[onlydoubts]

He glances at Poe, brow furrowed at the dismissal of that particular topic, taking his own drink. "About what?"

With a smile, Bodhi finds himself leaning slightly into Poe. Recalling the particular conversation that they'd had earlier, about making a life here, about finding happiness - not letting the fact that this was temporary hold them back. Against him, Poe is warm and comforting and he peers up at him.

"We can make them our own." He swallows, runs a hand over his mouth. "I'm glad, too. That we got to be here."

With you, getting to know you. "You've been..." and his nerves falter slightly, as he continues: "one of the best friends I could ever hope for."

You wanted fluff don't blame me

[flightforfreedom]

"I'm just being a mother hen, so don't worry about it. Or the nightmares. I- get them to." He hadn't actually ever told anyone that, but he'd had them ever since he'd been captured by the First Order. Ever since Ren had pulled what he needed right from the depths of Poe's mind. Finn knew, but they didn't talk about it.

Even that memory quickly disappeared with the warm weight of Bodhi pressing in against him. He's hyper aware of it - every single place where there bodies are pressed together is on high alert, and his heart rate is starting to increase. It was then that he realised he was in trouble. He'd put the invitation out solely (he'd told himself) for Bodhi's benefit. But now he was here and even the murderous rage against Hux had disappeared completely from his mind.

Relax, Dameron. He chided himself, taking another sip of the whiskey. It felt warm as it slid down his throat, but he was pretty sure that most of the heat that was starting to spread through his chest had nothing to do with the alcohol. You're acting like a sixteen year old with a crush. Relax.

His free hand was resting at his side between them, and he had to resist the urge to move it, instead letting the sides of his fingers just barely touch Bodhi's knee.

"Yeah," his voice is quieter, thoughtful, even though he's not looking at Bodhi. "I know you don't think so, but -- you're one of the bravest people I've ever met. So it just makes me want to do stupid things to protect you." He laughs, half to deflect from the truth in those words, and half because of that truth.