[ Stories of Poe's heroics always spread quickly before he even step foot out of his x-wing. He's sure that those stories would be different now. Even if he was still trying to be guided in the right way. He appreciates the life he's given here being able to get to know Rey. Even if hearing of her rough journey and time with Luke Skywalker. He could still try to have a spark of hope somewhere. Fundamentally this place could shine some hope during it's darkest of times. He wants to believe that.
Poe would be thankful that she didn't go to break his arm. The touch wasn't violent enough for him to tense too much. He was just a bit nervous over who it was coming from.
The small change of their palms touching makes him look at her in disbelief at first. Daringly, he takes her hand into his own, brushing the tops of her fingernails with his thumb slowly. ]
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Poe would be thankful that she didn't go to break his arm. The touch wasn't violent enough for him to tense too much. He was just a bit nervous over who it was coming from.
The small change of their palms touching makes him look at her in disbelief at first. Daringly, he takes her hand into his own, brushing the tops of her fingernails with his thumb slowly. ]