[ Rey scowls at him, the look of someone who suspects backtracking. But it is … what she'd wanted to hear, ultimately. And he does look really sorry. So she softens a little, her lips tugging into something more neutral, more understanding. ]
He's in your class. And, like, half your age.
[ Not arguments Rey is interested in, honestly, but arguments that she feels Poe better have answers for before she lets him touch Finn. ]
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He's in your class. And, like, half your age.
[ Not arguments Rey is interested in, honestly, but arguments that she feels Poe better have answers for before she lets him touch Finn. ]
And you kissed me.