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"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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