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Re: Fill : 23rd Meteor Street (9/?)

[kumaria7]

The next morning, Poe had been back to his old, cheerful self, flipping pancakes and moving his hips in rhythm with the song airing on the radio. There, nothing to worry about, Finn told himself as Poe turned around and wished him a good morning.

Once Finn stepped out of the house and into the cool morning air, the memory of the previous night came back to him, worry nesting its way into his chest, and Finn only realized two subway stations later that he had been going in the wrong direction.

“You are late” Phasma remarked in her usual cold, neutral tone. She stood in front of Finn, towering over him, lips pinched. “Is there something wrong, Finn?”

“No, nothing, I-I just took the subway in the opposite direction.”

“This is unusual. You were lacking in concentration.” She tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes. “Do you have any personal problems?”

“Not really. I mean – I think my roommate is having a problem, and I wish he would share it with me, because I think it would help him feel better. Or I wish it would.”

“If your roommate keeps distracting you, the room above the shop is still free” she answered, trying her best to sound compassionate and failing miserably. Finn shrugged. What was he expecting, really? Sharing his relationship issues with Phasma out of all people?

“I’ll just get back to work” he said hastily, before turning around and checking the aisles.

The worry in his chest started to go away as the days went on, and as everyone fell back into the old routine. Finn drawing and giving a drawing lesson to Rey every other evening. Poe writing down music or lyrics every time he was struck by a bolt of inspiration, leaving everywhere in their apartment. Snap and Jessika showing up twice a week to share a drink or two, and treating them to their best work stories from their paintball shop. Kylo had even started showing up from time to time, under various pretenses, and always ended up sticking around longer than necessary. Finn had theorized that all of them watching his piece had broken some sort of invisible barrier Kylo had put between himself and the others. He only wished they all didn’t have to see more of Kylo’s anatomy than they ever wanted to for this to happen.

The best nights were whenever Poe would grab his guitar and sing them a song, Rey sometimes tentatively joining him. Finn usually didn’t recognize them, and Poe would glare at him before shoving him a bunch of CDs and order that he filled his music player with them. Even with a non-existent musical culture, he could tell that Poe was good, great even. He loved to watch his fingers dance quickly over the cords. He loved his voice, more high-pitched that he had expected it to be relatively to Poe’s talking voice, and how he managed to hit what sounded like impossibly high notes, sending shivers down Finn’s spine.

Finn wished he could draw as well as Poe could sing.

“Why don’t you sing us one of your own songs, Poe?” Jessika had asked one night, grinning.

Poe had lowered his gaze, the tips of his fingers tapping nervously the body of his guitar. “It’s not ready yet” he muttered.

“Fuck, Poe, with you it’s never ever ready!”

“I have a good feeling about it this time, Jess. Give me more time and it’ll be great.”

Jess groaned loudly. “Fucking perfectionists” she said to Snap, before Poe started playing another song, cutting the discussion off.

The worst nights were whenever they were interrupted by this stupid, annoying ringtone. It would be funny to see everyone’s face wincing at the same time, if it wasn’t followed by Poe leaving the room, eyes full of worry and lips pinched. He would look at Jessika and Snap and realized all he had to do to satiate his curiosity would be to ask them. However, it just felt wrong to him to ask it behind Poe’s back, and he wasn’t sure how knowing was going to improve Poe’s situation in any way. He would let out a deep sigh, and offer another round of beer to the assistance. Back in the kitchen, he would take a peek at the garden through the window, looking at Poe on the phone, walking in circle and scratching his head. He should just man the fuck up and tell him he was worried about him, about the piano person, whoever they were; but there was a little voice in his head suggested that maybe, as usual, he was fooling himself into believing Poe liked him as much as Finn liked Poe. So Finn would let it slide every time, and the next day Poe would be as cheerful as ever and it would be quickly forgotten.