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[ Poe hangs up slowly, then spends at least one of those five minutes thinking about calling Caroline. What they said to each other at Steve's place that night is truer now than ever. He has a war to go back to, she has people she needs to protect. And now they both have people from home who've vanished, like they were never here. In a twisted way it buys them time--they can't leave without their people.

But buy them time is all it does, and at way, way too high a price. ]

[ the only reason it takes jyn the full five minutes to get to his house is because she leaves a not for elsa on the fridge with poe's number in case she needs jyn.

but five minutes later, jyn pushes open the door without knocking, kicking her boots off by the door and padding into the kitchen barefoot because she just assumes that is where poe is. for once, and possibly the only time, her hair is down, still damp from her earlier shower. ]

Hi.

Hey. [ He's working on tea. It is the one with the bear on it that supposedly is for helping people sleep, not that he's ever noticed a difference. He's even got his own honey-filled bear ready and waiting for her.

At least he knows enough to just brush her arm with one hand instead of trying to hug her. It's a small contact, but it still helps. ]

[ why is everyone trying to sleepytime tea her. she sleeps... fine. she wonders if cassian told poe about that whole thing with jyn and the woods, she is hoping no but assuming yes.

she hops herself up on the counter, as always. ] You know Cassian is much better at this than I am.

At what? Playing nurse?

[ He finishes filling the kettle and fires up the (replaced) stove, which he actually knows how to do now. BB-8 is still rolling around Rey's empty room, making sad noises that carry through the downstairs hall.

Mugs. One of them has a bunny on it. This will be Jyn's mug, because now he knows she's a Disney princess. ] It's fine.

[ He can't stand those mournful cooing noises. They break his heart whenever BB-8 has cause to make them.

Funerals, funerals, the sounds makes him think of funerals. ] I'm getting used to not being okay.

[ He picks up the tea box. ] This work? I've got some others, not as many as at your place, but I tried to find some of the same ones.

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[ she nods that the tea is fine, not enough energy to argue. ]

Saw used to say, when I was younger, that war never ends. There's a lull, but peace isn't real, it doesn't last. It got easier, being not okay, once I accepted that I was born into a war I was never going to leave.

[ idryssa had walked out on saw when he has told her that, jyn half expects poe to have the same reaction. her own views had changed, eventually, but pushing down her hurt so deep had been instrumental to her own survival. ]

[ Poe balks.

His opinion of Saw Gerrera wasn't great to begin with. He's the son of the Alliance, grew up with the ideals of service and noble sacrifice, and even if he knows better what the cost of war really is these days, he's still his mother's son. He still believes in the good of the galaxy and the people in it.

(Yavin, glowing red across the bulk of the sky; his father's voice; afraid it was all for nothing.) ]

I can't accept that.

[ He glares at the wisp of steam that curls from the mouth of the kettle. ] Maybe I won't make it to the other side of what's here, or what's waiting at home, but peace isn't that fragile. Not when so many people are willing to fight for it.

[ jyn refrains from pointing out that the peace she had fought and died for didn't last for poe because she can be blunt but she isn't outright cruel. they had won the clone wars only to fight the empire only to fight the first order only to fight whatever comes next. poe has hope, jyn can't take that from him. instead: ]

I watched the HoloNet feeds of the last Senate hearings. You sound like Senator Organa. [ mon mothma had the same idealism but senator organa had struck her as the type of person who would declare war; his fervency was different, as if he had more to lose. her childhood opinions were not wrong. ]

[ For a moment, he thinks she means Leia, but then it clicks--her Senate. The Senate of Bail Organa.

Poe looks over at her, dumbfounded. ] That's....

[ There's nothing he can say that quite captures the honor of the comparison. Instead he just shakes his head, wondering what the General would say, not wanting to know in case she finds it somehow an insult.

Finally, he manages: ] I'm no Bail Organa.

[ well, it wasn't entirely a compliment -- the senate had literally ignored bail and his idealism. but he was one of few leaders of the rebellion jyn was willing to get behind. ]

Don't let it go to your head, [ she says dryly. it makes her wonder, though. if she had compared him to leia would he have died on the spot? ]

Why did you call me instead of anyone else?

[ ~~The answer is yes, he would have died right there on the floor in front of the kettle and she would have to explain to BB-8 how she accidentally murdered his copilot.~~

How is she capable of constantly catching him off-guard? Maybe that's one of the things that draws him to her, beyond their shared home galaxy. She challenges him, consistently, with the simplest of questions. She makes him want to be honest with his answers.

(She makes him want to share his hope, somehow.)

He leans against the counter, drumming his knuckles lightly on its surface while he thinks it over. ]

Because I didn't want someone who would try to comfort me. [ His answer surprises him, too. ] I wanted someone I could trust.

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[ that is a completely fair reason to call her. jyn isn't exactly good at comfort. or anything really that involves being sweet. she's not unkind, she just isn't... soft. and so she nods, comfortable with her place in the world. ]

Why don't you want to be comforted?

[ Poe rubs his eye, quiet, knowing exactly why, knowing what the General would say to him if he said it to her. Knowing what Caroline would say. Cassian-- Cassian might understand, would probably understand, in fact.

So too, maybe, would Steve. ]

She's under my care, and they took her.

You said she was old enough to fight in a war and now you're kicking yourself for not protecting her?

[ her eyebrows arch up like PICK ONE. rey can't be both.

jyn understands, she does. she feels the press of every single death on scarif, rebels whose names she wakes up screaming, rebels she never learned the names of, friends and strangers alike. they were there because of her.

but rey was here by no fault of poe's and she'd left through no fault of his either. probably. ]

[ He feels a prick of temper and then... to his own surprise, to his continual surprise where Jyn is concerned, he smiles. A fraction of a smile. A slice of an expression, as ironic as it is tired, but it's there. ]

My uncle--I call him my uncle, we weren't related, but he helped raise me after my mother died. My uncle flew for the Rebellion. His name was L'ulo L'ampar. He was my mother's commanding officer. In the early days of the Resistance, he flew under me. I was his commander, which's weird sometimes. He changed my diapers.

[ Poe goes silent for a moment, thinking of those first flights after L'ulo joined Black Squadron. Figuring out where they both stood. The kettle starts to whistle and he pulls it off the burner, setting it on a cool spot on the stove. ] He got blown out of the sky by a man named Terex who hated me so much he turned against the First Order just to... I don't know, win our personal pissing match.

[ He pours out the water. ] L'ulo was older than me by a good stretch. He joined before I did, served for longer than I was alive, but he died, and I...

[ One tea bag for her. One for him. ] It's the same thing. It's not my fault. It is my fault. That's just how it is.

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So you're going to keep blaming yourself for things you have no control over? Does feeling guilty make you feel better?

[ it's HYPOCRITE O'CLOCK but ahaha poe doesn't get to know that! LOOK. she isn't here to coddle him. he wanted honesty from someone and jyn is the asshole he chose. ]

If you blamed yourself for his death, out loud, to him, would he come back just to slap you with the business end of a blaster?

[ He meets her eyes, his own steady. ] Knowing y'shouldn't feel like you do doesn't make the feelings go away, and I'm guessing you've been through enough to know that.

[ Being raised by Saw Gerrera, told that peace is just a lull--it paints a certain picture, even if he doesn't have the details.

His smile returns, a little more genuine. ] He'd kick me through the atmosphere, probably.

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Except I learned not to feel things. [ so fuck u. ]

You can blame yourself all you want, for everything. And that's fine. Except when you do you take his sacrifice of service and give yourself credit for it. Because he wouldn't have died if it wasn't for you, he never would have been there if it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened if it wasn't for you. Specifically.

Except he flew in the Rebellion, in my Rebellion, before you even existed. He took his chances to keep fighting and he spent them all and that's it.

[ Talking to Jyn, Poe concludes (for the fifth, sixth, seventeenth time) is a little like standing directly in front of a star destroyer about to make a lightspeed jump. You can either get out of the way or get spread in tiny pieces across the galaxy.

He sorta admires that about her.

He can't argue with her logic--there's a measure of guilt associated with his feelings for exactly the reasons she says--but he can't argue with it, so he ignores it. For now. He'll keep it to think about in some quiet moment, take his time to integrate logic into loss.

No matter how right she is, the human mind can't turn on a credit. ]

You really think it's better not to feel? [ What an odd reversal. The General would be happy, he thinks, he hopes. Poe fiddles with his tea bag, still watching Jyn's face. ] You told me that was 'inadvisable'.

For you.

[ inadvisable for him, specifically, because he is a happy, effusive person that needs to share and let his emotions out so someone else can sort through them and hand them back neatly packaged in logic. and it's not like jyn listens to advice anyway, just as a general rule of sorts. ]

I've been through enough [ his words ] that it would be too much. My fathers died a month and a half ago, I don't want to feel anything. [ she died a month and a half ago, there is too much to feel at once and so jyn refuses. ]

Can't say I blame you.

[ Saw and Galen, both at once. He doesn't dwell on what that must feel like, to lose two parents at the same time.

Poe offers her the honey bear like someone else might offer a bottle of beer. He's not going to go off on some noble tangent about the value of emotions when he's barely capable of handling his own, sometimes. There are things about which Poe, like most sentient beings with changeable minds, is a hypocrite, but not this and not when Jyn is as likely to leave as to, say, punch him in the head.

And he's too kind to ask her if she blames herself, like that will prove something. ]

If you don't take it I'm just gonna squeeze some into your hand.

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[ luckily, jyn blames her parents. she has spent so long missing them to have lost off of that when she lost them, but it is tempered by grief now and the blame has softened. not quite with understanding, but with the settling of her own anger. regardless, she is content to change the subject.

she snatches the bear out of his hand not only because she trusts the threat, but because she does use it in her tea. ]

Did Cassian buy this for you, too?

Nah, I got it.

[ In other words, he saw her affection for honey and figured it would be a good idea to keep some around in case she came over. Also, he likes it, too.

A pause, then:]

Thank you. For coming.

Of course, [ jyn offers, as if it's nothing. she's warmed by poe's kindness in getting the honey for her but she doesn't want to admit it.

after a brief pause she blurts out: ] What does te amo mean?

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