[ it's not the first time he's been tapped for a mission, but it is the first one with the resistance where he feels overwhelmingly out of his depth. he's not sure if he even comes off convincingly as someone who belongs here, but maybe poe's feigned confidence will be enough to fool anyone who considers looking at them twice. the facade isn't going to hold up to intense scrutiny, and in some respects he's content to let the other man take the lead on this — not just as his superior, technically.
no, he's not referring to that, although maybe some part of him had realized that he needed to keep his distance from the other man for more than one reason. it's not like he's had more than one alpha sniffing around him lately, and he's been trying to make sure he holes himself up for long enough when the heat comes over him — but sometimes it happens without warning, like his body responds before his brain can string two comprehensive thoughts together.
barring that, though, he's just aware of poe every time he's nearby, and he doesn't really know what that means — what it means for him and rose, who had sent him off with a kiss on the cheek and a strange expression on her face that he couldn't identify.
but they're here in the crowd now, and finn's senses are primed; he's trying to keep an eye out for their contact but he's also palpably conscious of poe's proximity right now, nothing that gets his guard up. no, by contrast, he's nearly tempted to curve into the other man altogether when he leans in close with that aggressive energy coming off of him in waves. ]
What? No, yeah. I'm fine. I'm okay. [ maybe the same can't be said for poe; the second he gets a look at his friend's face, he's frowning. ] Are you okay?
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no, he's not referring to that, although maybe some part of him had realized that he needed to keep his distance from the other man for more than one reason. it's not like he's had more than one alpha sniffing around him lately, and he's been trying to make sure he holes himself up for long enough when the heat comes over him — but sometimes it happens without warning, like his body responds before his brain can string two comprehensive thoughts together.
barring that, though, he's just aware of poe every time he's nearby, and he doesn't really know what that means — what it means for him and rose, who had sent him off with a kiss on the cheek and a strange expression on her face that he couldn't identify.
but they're here in the crowd now, and finn's senses are primed; he's trying to keep an eye out for their contact but he's also palpably conscious of poe's proximity right now, nothing that gets his guard up. no, by contrast, he's nearly tempted to curve into the other man altogether when he leans in close with that aggressive energy coming off of him in waves. ]
What? No, yeah. I'm fine. I'm okay. [ maybe the same can't be said for poe; the second he gets a look at his friend's face, he's frowning. ] Are you okay?