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Aaannnndddd today I learned that the line “Poe gives the best hugs” is enough to make me blush like a school girl and get hot and bothered. Congrats on teaching me something new @xwings-and-stardust

Harder to Hold [5]

Word count:  1.8k

Warnings/Themes: Swearing, injuries, slow burn, alcohol, death, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

A/N: Y’all, I’m not in love with this part. I’m sorry. I re-wrote this one 3 times, and am on my second re-write of Part 6. I feel like if I left these little fillers and bits of (what will become) backstory out it was going to be too big of a jump between major plot points, but damnit I just can’t seem to fill the gap nicely.

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You’re not sure how long you and Poe just sat there, but when your alarm goes off to let you know it’s time to head back to base you’d swear it had only been an hour since he showed up.

The beeping startles him, and you have to suppress a small smile as he jumps a bit, confusion all over his face.

“Sorry about that,” you murmur as you quickly silence the alarm on your datapad. Something about being in this place with him makes it feel as though anything louder than a whisper is unwelcome. “I need to start heading back to base… I have friends who will worry if I’m gone any longer than I already have been.”

He smiles, and tilts his head. “Jess?”

“Hmm, yep,” you confirm as you busy yourself with putting your things back in your pack. Grabbing two ration bars, you offer him one as you sling the bag over your shoulder. “Breakfast?”

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