[ Peter lets out a quiet hum, though he sounds vaguely uncertain. ]
Maybe not now, but you’re gonna be feeling it later.
[ Which is— well. That’s what Poe wanted, admittedly, but the guy is, like, all important and shit, and as the “best pilot in the Resistance” – Poe’s words, not Peter’s (though he’d probably agree, under great duress) – he should be in better condition.
It’s why Peter brings up a hand to the nape of Poe’s neck, why he carefully starts massaging his shoulders – though he’s careful to ease up the pressure around the bruises painting Poe’s left shoulder. ]
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Maybe not now, but you’re gonna be feeling it later.
[ Which is— well. That’s what Poe wanted, admittedly, but the guy is, like, all important and shit, and as the “best pilot in the Resistance” – Poe’s words, not Peter’s (though he’d probably agree, under great duress) – he should be in better condition.
It’s why Peter brings up a hand to the nape of Poe’s neck, why he carefully starts massaging his shoulders – though he’s careful to ease up the pressure around the bruises painting Poe’s left shoulder. ]
You sure you’re okay?