[ He's not standing up in preparation for anything because that makes it seem too much like a confrontation, and the truth is he doesn't want this to be a confrontation about anything, not really. It's not like he expected that this wouldn't potentially happen between the two of them at some point — or maybe he didn't think that it would happen so soon, that he would find out about it almost like an afterthought, whether because they were trying to spare his feelings or for some other reason he can't really identify.
But no, it isn't jealousy that coils up in the pit of his stomach and makes him feel confused, for the most part, has forced him to mull through his own feelings for each of them individually over the last few hours since he learned the truth for himself. When he reflects back on it, there's still a mess to untangle, probably the biggest complication he's had since he first showed up here, but ultimately what he's left with is something closer to envy — envy that he hadn't been there, with both of them, all three of them together, that it was something he would have wanted to share in too.
Because when he pictures it, what he wants, it's both of their faces in his mind's eye, smiling and happy. Poe's lips on his, Rey's laugh when he kisses her, and maybe it's greedy and selfish of him to want both but that hasn't stopped him from feeling that way practically since this all started. He doesn't feel whole, doesn't feel like his entire self, unless he's got the two of them with him. ]
You could have told me. [ It's not accusatory, not even upset, just matter-of-fact, because he would have wanted to know. It's not like this is some shameful secret that needs to be withheld from him. ] You should have told me. Because then I would have been able to tell you that —
[ His eyes narrow suspiciously and then he is slowly rising to his feet then, concern slowly filtering across his features. ] What do you mean, "in the way"? You're not in the way of anything.
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But no, it isn't jealousy that coils up in the pit of his stomach and makes him feel confused, for the most part, has forced him to mull through his own feelings for each of them individually over the last few hours since he learned the truth for himself. When he reflects back on it, there's still a mess to untangle, probably the biggest complication he's had since he first showed up here, but ultimately what he's left with is something closer to envy — envy that he hadn't been there, with both of them, all three of them together, that it was something he would have wanted to share in too.
Because when he pictures it, what he wants, it's both of their faces in his mind's eye, smiling and happy. Poe's lips on his, Rey's laugh when he kisses her, and maybe it's greedy and selfish of him to want both but that hasn't stopped him from feeling that way practically since this all started. He doesn't feel whole, doesn't feel like his entire self, unless he's got the two of them with him. ]
You could have told me. [ It's not accusatory, not even upset, just matter-of-fact, because he would have wanted to know. It's not like this is some shameful secret that needs to be withheld from him. ] You should have told me. Because then I would have been able to tell you that —
[ His eyes narrow suspiciously and then he is slowly rising to his feet then, concern slowly filtering across his features. ] What do you mean, "in the way"? You're not in the way of anything.