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[ His best friend is a bacon disaster. God, look at him go.
(Finn, are you not a bacon hypocrite for not paying attention to the pan, either?)
Finn kinda shrugs it off. With an actual shrug this time. ]
It's not as bad as it sounds, as long as you don't know better. Just another regulation. Not the kind of thing you suffer over.
[ Get what you earn, get what you deserve. Extra incentive to make officer corps someday. One more way to exercise power and control over an army and remove all the agency from their lives. He knows better now. Obviously.
It's easier to separate the baseline simmer of his "tear the First Order apart with your teeth" anger from this particular line of conversation, partly for how weird it is to be on the subject and partly because... yeah. It was never an issue that bothered him much when he was still a stormtrooper. His problems turned up in different areas. ]
(Finn, are you not a bacon hypocrite for not paying attention to the pan, either?)
Finn kinda shrugs it off. With an actual shrug this time. ]
It's not as bad as it sounds, as long as you don't know better. Just another regulation. Not the kind of thing you suffer over.
[ Get what you earn, get what you deserve. Extra incentive to make officer corps someday. One more way to exercise power and control over an army and remove all the agency from their lives. He knows better now. Obviously.
It's easier to separate the baseline simmer of his "tear the First Order apart with your teeth" anger from this particular line of conversation, partly for how weird it is to be on the subject and partly because... yeah. It was never an issue that bothered him much when he was still a stormtrooper. His problems turned up in different areas. ]
[ His thought process mostly flows along the lines of does it matter, initially.
Yeah, John's his commanding officer, but he knows a commanding officer's business isn't his business. They're not exactly friends. And there's not cause for outrage as far as he can tell, either, it's not his place to make calls on who Poe associates with. Now, if Poe were saying he's been having sex with Hux and thinks he's got a chance of turning things around here-- well. There'd be more blasters involved by now.
Finn assumes this line of questioning comes from a place of polite consideration, as many things do when they come from Poe, and not from the misplaced concern that he might not be able to deal with it, which as far as he knows isn't Poe's style. ]
Can't get any weirder than this conversation, Poe. [ HE'S NOT GONNA LIE ABOUT THAT? This whole morning is a write-off. ] Pretty sure I'll manage.
Yeah, John's his commanding officer, but he knows a commanding officer's business isn't his business. They're not exactly friends. And there's not cause for outrage as far as he can tell, either, it's not his place to make calls on who Poe associates with. Now, if Poe were saying he's been having sex with Hux and thinks he's got a chance of turning things around here-- well. There'd be more blasters involved by now.
Finn assumes this line of questioning comes from a place of polite consideration, as many things do when they come from Poe, and not from the misplaced concern that he might not be able to deal with it, which as far as he knows isn't Poe's style. ]
Can't get any weirder than this conversation, Poe. [ HE'S NOT GONNA LIE ABOUT THAT? This whole morning is a write-off. ] Pretty sure I'll manage.
[ Poe grins. ]
I dunno. We can get pretty weird.
[ TOO MUCH INFORMATION? TOO MUCH INFORMATION.
He turns off the stove and claims the last of the bacon before bringing the plate to the table, dropping into his own chair and setting it between them.
Poe exhales and leans back, taking a piece of bacon and crunching down on it. He's trying to figure out something to say, something that shows how much it means to have Finn's permission, even if he doesn't need it.
He settles on-- ]
Thanks, Finn.
I dunno. We can get pretty weird.
[ TOO MUCH INFORMATION? TOO MUCH INFORMATION.
He turns off the stove and claims the last of the bacon before bringing the plate to the table, dropping into his own chair and setting it between them.
Poe exhales and leans back, taking a piece of bacon and crunching down on it. He's trying to figure out something to say, something that shows how much it means to have Finn's permission, even if he doesn't need it.
He settles on-- ]
Thanks, Finn.
[ That's what happens when you're friends with basically a Slytherin. Supportive friendship subterfuge.
If Poe is anything like him in this regard, trying means mostly forgetting to do it and floundering a lot, but it's better than nothing. ]
Okay. Thanks.
Let me know if you need any distractions. Got plenty of options.
If Poe is anything like him in this regard, trying means mostly forgetting to do it and floundering a lot, but it's better than nothing. ]
Okay. Thanks.
Let me know if you need any distractions. Got plenty of options.
[ Cisco's already gone through the list of everyone he urgently needed to contact about Eddie being hurt, and the list of everyone he non-urgently ought to contact. But his phone is still in his hands. He hesitates a moment or two, before he taps in Finn's username. He's not sure what he's doing here. Spreading the news. Looking for comfort. Just killing time until he's allowed in to the recovery room. Who knows. ]
eddie got hurt
big shootout in the city i guess, don't know if you heard
he's gonna be okay
just wanted to let you know i guess
eddie got hurt
big shootout in the city i guess, don't know if you heard
he's gonna be okay
just wanted to let you know i guess
Heard a little. Didn't know who was involved.
[ He doesn't know Eddie all that well, really, but he knows he's nice and that he's got a good smile. He knows Cisco loves him, which is easily one of the most important things to know about a person. ]
Where are you?
[ He doesn't know Eddie all that well, really, but he knows he's nice and that he's got a good smile. He knows Cisco loves him, which is easily one of the most important things to know about a person. ]
Where are you?
at the hospital
i've actually been here ages
they brought him in a little after noon
he's been in surgery the whole time
i've actually been here ages
they brought him in a little after noon
he's been in surgery the whole time
Like you said, he'll be fine. Long surgery's not a bad thing.
[ He assumes? All he really knows is he's plenty familiar with the waiting room atmosphere, and to his experience it's... stressful at best. Even with Rey or Poe there with him.
He doesn't know if Cisco has anybody right now. ]
I'm gonna come sit with you. Is that okay? I can bring food. Some coffee or something.
[ He assumes? All he really knows is he's plenty familiar with the waiting room atmosphere, and to his experience it's... stressful at best. Even with Rey or Poe there with him.
He doesn't know if Cisco has anybody right now. ]
I'm gonna come sit with you. Is that okay? I can bring food. Some coffee or something.
[ Cisco thinks about objecting, telling Finn he doesn't have to, that he'll be fine on his own. But he's been sitting here alone for hours in a fog so complete that some part of Cisco's brain knows it can't be entirely healthy. So maybe he's not really doing so fine, after all. ]
okay.
thanks
don't bring food though
unless you want it
i think i'd just be sick.
okay.
thanks
don't bring food though
unless you want it
i think i'd just be sick.
Noted.
I'll be there soon.
[ As an overall heads up and permission to come sit with Cisco: also very appreciated.
Finn is out the door in record time. There's nothing on this moon so pressing that it can't wait for later. Cisco's one of his people. They're on the same team. That always takes precedence.
Does it occur to him at any point that the hospital has more than one waiting room and he hasn't asked exactly which one he's going to? No. It doesn't. He doesn't think about it until he gets there, and by that point he figures he might as well go all in. Ask around a little. Look around a little.
Finn barges into this waiting room like it's his job to barge into waiting rooms as intensely as humanly possible. He makes a beeline for Cisco, opting to drop to one knee directly in front of him rather than take the chair next to him for the time being. It's a lot easier to put a hand on his shoulder from this angle. ]
Hey.
I'll be there soon.
[ As an overall heads up and permission to come sit with Cisco: also very appreciated.
Finn is out the door in record time. There's nothing on this moon so pressing that it can't wait for later. Cisco's one of his people. They're on the same team. That always takes precedence.
Does it occur to him at any point that the hospital has more than one waiting room and he hasn't asked exactly which one he's going to? No. It doesn't. He doesn't think about it until he gets there, and by that point he figures he might as well go all in. Ask around a little. Look around a little.
Finn barges into this waiting room like it's his job to barge into waiting rooms as intensely as humanly possible. He makes a beeline for Cisco, opting to drop to one knee directly in front of him rather than take the chair next to him for the time being. It's a lot easier to put a hand on his shoulder from this angle. ]
Hey.
[ When Cisco hears the door open so quickly, he looks up, eyes round with fear for a moment until he recognizes fear. He'd thought, in an instant - a doctor, rushing past, something gone wrong in recovery, complications, the illusion of safety exposed as nothing but a lie....
But it's just Finn. Who Cisco had known was coming, but it's still a little unexpected, seeing him in this strange, quiet place. Cisco watches, silent, still-faced, as Finn makes his way over, drops down and sets a hand on his shoulder, pointing all that intensity and all that emotion right at him. It would be daunting, in other circumstances. But right now, Cisco's feeling so numb and overwhelmed that he takes it entirely in stride. ]
Hey, Finn.
[ His eyes are dry, his breathing even, but there's something a little... disconnected about him. Something off. The only sign of his stress and worry are his nails - habitually kept short, know bitten down to a painful point, looking a lot worse for wear. ]
I just got word. This other guy, Officer Mathis, he didn't make it. But they said everybody else is stable.
[ Not that that necessarily matters to Finn, but, what else is there to say? And he had to say something. Besides, it's not impossible Finn might've known the guy. Only the polite thing to do. ]
But it's just Finn. Who Cisco had known was coming, but it's still a little unexpected, seeing him in this strange, quiet place. Cisco watches, silent, still-faced, as Finn makes his way over, drops down and sets a hand on his shoulder, pointing all that intensity and all that emotion right at him. It would be daunting, in other circumstances. But right now, Cisco's feeling so numb and overwhelmed that he takes it entirely in stride. ]
Hey, Finn.
[ His eyes are dry, his breathing even, but there's something a little... disconnected about him. Something off. The only sign of his stress and worry are his nails - habitually kept short, know bitten down to a painful point, looking a lot worse for wear. ]
I just got word. This other guy, Officer Mathis, he didn't make it. But they said everybody else is stable.
[ Not that that necessarily matters to Finn, but, what else is there to say? And he had to say something. Besides, it's not impossible Finn might've known the guy. Only the polite thing to do. ]
Sorry to hear that. [ Glad it's not worse than that.
He didn't know him. He won't cry for him. But it matters. It's a hole where someone used to be, now, ragged at the edges, pulling at the people who did know him, who will cry for him.
Comfort has never necessarily been Finn's forte, and he knows that much about himself. He never learned gentleness-- something a person can't learn, maybe, a feeling or instinct he has that he never learned to wield. Sometimes it's the same as restraint. As holding back. Sometimes it's so much more than that.
Cisco's one of his. A friend, a part of the team. After every kindness Cisco's ever shown him, after everything he's ever done to help, the very least Finn can do is try to return the favor. However he can. ]
Do you want a hug?
[ He picks want over need deliberately. Pretty much anytime he can. As far as the friends he's made in the Quarantine go, it's better to give them the choice than it is to have them turn down something they want because they think they don't or shouldn't "need" it. ]
He didn't know him. He won't cry for him. But it matters. It's a hole where someone used to be, now, ragged at the edges, pulling at the people who did know him, who will cry for him.
Comfort has never necessarily been Finn's forte, and he knows that much about himself. He never learned gentleness-- something a person can't learn, maybe, a feeling or instinct he has that he never learned to wield. Sometimes it's the same as restraint. As holding back. Sometimes it's so much more than that.
Cisco's one of his. A friend, a part of the team. After every kindness Cisco's ever shown him, after everything he's ever done to help, the very least Finn can do is try to return the favor. However he can. ]
Do you want a hug?
[ He picks want over need deliberately. Pretty much anytime he can. As far as the friends he's made in the Quarantine go, it's better to give them the choice than it is to have them turn down something they want because they think they don't or shouldn't "need" it. ]
[ There is something so careful in the way Finn asks that; Cisco doesn't know why, exactly, but it pierces through that shell of numbness around him, makes his eyes suddenly go hot with tears and his throat feel tight. He manages to swallow back the surge of emotion, but he doesn't trust his voice. Mutely, he nods, and when Finn hugs him, Cisco squeezes his friend tightly, eyes shut. Finn will be able to feel the way Cisco is shaking - all the adrenaline and stress have left him a little trembly.
Hoarsely, he manages: ]
Thank you for coming.
[ And he's glad that Finn offered; he wouldn't have known how to ask, but it's good to have someone there, even if they are not speaking. It helps, more than Cisco would've thought, not to be alone. There aren't many people he'd be okay with letting see him like this. But Finn will understand. Cisco's sure of that. Finn had trusted Cisco, when he was having such a hard time with those fireworks. He'd trusted Cisco with the story of his past. And Cisco is willing to trust him, in return. More than most other people he's met in this place, Cisco is fairly certain that Finn is, deep down to his bones, a good person. ]
Hoarsely, he manages: ]
Thank you for coming.
[ And he's glad that Finn offered; he wouldn't have known how to ask, but it's good to have someone there, even if they are not speaking. It helps, more than Cisco would've thought, not to be alone. There aren't many people he'd be okay with letting see him like this. But Finn will understand. Cisco's sure of that. Finn had trusted Cisco, when he was having such a hard time with those fireworks. He'd trusted Cisco with the story of his past. And Cisco is willing to trust him, in return. More than most other people he's met in this place, Cisco is fairly certain that Finn is, deep down to his bones, a good person. ]
[Somehow, on Finn's bed:
A box from Flour Up, inside are several very important cupcakes, along with a note:]
Sorry I nearly got you killed.
I made these with weed butter, this is your warning.
A box from Flour Up, inside are several very important cupcakes, along with a note:]
Sorry I nearly got you killed.
I made these with weed butter, this is your warning.
[ maybe she forgot or maybe she waited until the end so she wouldn't have to talk about it, but wrapped neatly in paper and ding dong ditched at his doorway, finn finds a gift addressed to him in aurebesh that somehow manages to be loopy. inside he finds a present, old and grass-stained and obviously well loved, with a note tied to it that reads: ]
He's called Stormie and he was my best friend.
[ it's signed with her name because it's obviously from her and there is no way around it, but there is nothing else to the note, no real explanation, just her equally loopy, condensed signature. happy friend day. ]
He's called Stormie and he was my best friend.
[ it's signed with her name because it's obviously from her and there is no way around it, but there is nothing else to the note, no real explanation, just her equally loopy, condensed signature. happy friend day. ]
You know how to do spy shit, right?
That's the kinda thing I mean. I think someone's been stealing designs and shit from our business and normally I'd tell Lup but I wanna be like at least 50% more subtle than what she's capable of, you know?
Wow you really have met her
I'm thinking like we find out if I'm actually onto something and then we fuck 'em up. Or a hire a lawyer, whatever.
I'm thinking like we find out if I'm actually onto something and then we fuck 'em up. Or a hire a lawyer, whatever.
Come to [LOCATION] at 6pm on [DATE]. You may bring one date if you must.
[ how inviting. obviously the location is the location of a home and the date is sometime in mid-august that i don't want to settle on at the moment so YOLO. boom, come to a party. bring 1 friend. ]
[ how inviting. obviously the location is the location of a home and the date is sometime in mid-august that i don't want to settle on at the moment so YOLO. boom, come to a party. bring 1 friend. ]
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