[ 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.
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.
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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.
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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.