[He notices, god he notices, and something goes cold in the pit of his stomach, freezing his insides and slowly spreading until he can barely move, speak or think. He just looks at the other man, trying to read his expression, trying to find some indication that he doesn't actually believe what he's saying, that he's just saying it for the sake of keeping the peace in this moment.
Finn isn't sure he sees it.
His eyes flick between Poe and Rey as he swallows back his dread, already created by the fact that Poe was here at all. Is this what he was left with? The shells of his friends, shadows of who they both used to be?
He grips Poe's hand tighter, as if that will fix things. Somehow.]
Right. [Show him around. Get him 'comfortable.' Make the world a better place. He'll believe it when it happens. In the meantime, all he can do is try to make things better here, piece by piece, until they do something to stop him, too if he goes too far.] We wouldn't want you to get lost or something.
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Finn isn't sure he sees it.
His eyes flick between Poe and Rey as he swallows back his dread, already created by the fact that Poe was here at all. Is this what he was left with? The shells of his friends, shadows of who they both used to be?
He grips Poe's hand tighter, as if that will fix things. Somehow.]
Right. [Show him around. Get him 'comfortable.' Make the world a better place. He'll believe it when it happens. In the meantime, all he can do is try to make things better here, piece by piece, until they do something to stop him, too if he goes too far.] We wouldn't want you to get lost or something.