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Bodhi is quiet, most of the time on the ride over to Poe's place. He's greatful, for the offer of letting him stay for a few days. It means a change of scenery, and he enjoys the other man's company -- it can take his mind off of things.

Everything is quiet when they get in, already different from his own house at this time of the night. Once in Poe's room, he can't help the smile, seeing all of his fighter jet memorabilia. He looks down at the bed, raising a brow.

"Jets, huh? Isn't that a television program?"

With another look at the jets and models, he nods. "Something to drink is fine, but... I'll be okay on the sofa." Sometimes he stays out there and watches dumb programs until he falls asleep. Which... he probably won't do here as not to wake anyone up, but the point is -- he has no issue with the sofa.

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"Trust me, you don't want to be on the sofa when Maeve gets up." He offers a laugh. "She is not exactly a morning person. Don't worry about it, you're my guest. Not about to put you out on the couch."

He has a few bottles in his room, one of which is whiskey, and none of which look like he drinks from them regularly. In fact it takes him a couple minutes to remember where he stashed the glasses.

"Yeah, I haven't seen the show, but I thought the sheets were hilarious. Then they just kind of grew on me. Ah- there we go--" Finding the glasses, he pulled them out with a grin. "Whiskey? I think we've got beer in the kitchen, too, if you'd rather."

"If you're sure. I just don't want you to give up your bed 'cause I'm here. I've got no problem anywhere you want to put me, though." The combination of long trips in an enclosed space and working under the Empire have taught him to find sleep anywhere he can get it, when he can.

Bodhi gives the bed a pat. It's fitting for Poe, not in a bad way. "I like them. I actually painted a space scene over my bed. Complete with these little stick on stars that glow in the dark or under a certain kind of lamp?" Which had been his own way of dealing with what he missed, helped him sleep a bit.

"I prefer whiskey, either way."

"I'm sure." He offered Bodhi a smile before pouring out two glasses, then walking over to hand him one before sliding up onto the bed to sit on it. There was a chair, but it was much more comfortable here.

"I think I'd feel better, knowing exactly where you are," he said, the words coming out at the same time they entered his head, which meant he couldn't stop them from leaving, first. His eyes slid away so they didn't have to meet Bodhi's, instead locking on the partway built X-Wing.

"I know what you mean about the stars. Back home - sure, they change position between systems, but I can usually figure out where I am, just by looking at them. Here?" He took a sip of his drink. "Here I look up and have no idea where I am."

"Alright." Bodhi accepts the glass and takes a seat next to Poe.

He can't hide the frown, though. There's no spike of annoyance at the words, though. "I'm still gonna be right here, in this house. I'm not planning on walking out in the middle of the night -- or anything." Unless Hux knows where he lives, nothing can happen to him. "I probably should've said it sooner, but if I start having any nightmares, you're allowed to hit me with a pillow. Or whatever you have to do to wake me up." It's fair to warn him, beforehand. Just in case.

He's looked at books on astronomy, spent more than a few nights on the roof, doing his own stargazing. Wondering how far from their galaxy they were, quietly mourning that he'd never get to see it again, or that his friends, those who'd died to shape that would never see the peace that would eventually come (even if temporary). "Me too. I've tried to learn up about it, but looking up the stars are different, everything looks so different. Not to mention it's never felt further away, than it does here."

It wasn't what he meant, but he couldn't explain it adequately to himself, even, let alone to Bodhi, so instead of replying right away he took a sip.

"I know. Never mind, don't worry about it."

He shuffled over until his shoulder was pressing gently against Bodhi's.

"They're just not ours. Not yet, anyway." There's another long pause, because despite Hux... "I'm glad that you're here. Even if it means we have to re-map the stars-- this whole thing has been worth it, just to meet - all of you." He faltered at the last bit, because while he meant it, he'd almost just said "you".

And he would have meant that too.

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."

"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.

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