[yeah buddy they were in bed fully clothed shoes on and everything. poe planned it that way. for reasons. he hovers near her while she teeters, concerned but not feeling like he's in much of a position to do anything. besides get out his shovel and work on digging this giant hole he's created.]

Don't — it's my fault. It's not funny. [just fuckin say son. do it.] I like you, I meant it when we were messing around over datapads, but I didn't realize how much you had to drink, and if you regretted it later, or — or, I don't know, you forgot we ever did anything, I'd feel bad.

[which he already does so like good job.]