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A!A here: Thanks so much to all commenters, your feedback means the world to me. I had one last idea for these two in this 'verse. It was distracting me from my WIP writing, so hopefully this will exorcise it.

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Poe took off his helmet as he left his ship and quickly left the landing zone. One of the other pilots looked like she was about to come up to him, but she shied away at the last minute. A couple of others didn’t quite turn their backs when he walked by, but it was a near thing. The lump that had settled in Poe’s chest now seemed to be making its way to his throat. His eyes burned slightly, but at least they stayed dry.

As soon as he got into the Resistance base and away from the main traffic corridors, he pressed his back against a wall and squeezed his eyes shut. He took several slow breaths and was grateful that they didn’t hitch on the exhale. After a while he started feeling somewhat in control. Of course that was the moment that Hux decided to make an appearance.

‘What do you want?’ Poe asked sullenly.

‘I was following the battle. You made the right call,’ Hux said without preamble. He stood stiffly with his hands clasped behind his back and his syllables were more clipped than usual.

Poe stared at him for a long moment. The bleakness that had been dragging at him suddenly evaporated in a burst of anger. ‘People died!’

‘And even more would have if you hadn’t given the order. I said it was the right call, not an easy one.’ There was no hint of mockery or challenge in Hux’s tone. In fact, unbelievably, he sounded sincere.

Poe’s anger disappeared as abruptly as it came, leaving a hollow feeling in its wake. ‘I think they blame me,’ he said quietly. ‘They’re going to look at me and see the commander that got their friends killed. That got my friends killed…’

Hux snorted. ‘Emotions are running high right now. Your people will realise you saved them once they’ve calmed down and you don’t need to waste your time on the fools that can’t see that.’

The dismissive arrogance in Hux’s response was so typical that Poe almost smiled. It occurred to him that he wouldn’t have believed reassurances from anyone else. Hux was always looking to point out his mistakes and wouldn’t have hesitated to call out a poor command decision.

‘Thanks,’ Poe muttered.

Hux’s expression twisted slightly, but he gave a stiff nod.

Poe let out a long breath, feeling a lot steadier. Now that he was less distracted, he gave Hux a long look and held out his hand. ‘Okay, hand over the blaster.’

Hux’s expression didn’t change. ‘What blaster?’ he asked as if Poe hadn’t confiscated at least three others from him and returned them to their rightful owners.

Poe didn’t bother with a verbal response and just beckoned with his hand. Hux sighed and handed over his stolen weapon. Poe noticed that he didn’t hand over the concealed holster, but he decided not push just this once.

A strange thought occurred to Poe. ‘Would you have handed it over to anyone else?’ he asked.

A sharp smile flickered across Hux’s face. ‘No one else ever asks, commander.’

Looooove it. jfc I think I might like this even more than the porn, they're just so in-character and have such an interesting dynamic. A terrible, greedy part of me never wants this 'verse to be exorcised, hopes that you're haunted forever by them and I get to reap the fic rewards. I just enjoyed these two snippets so much! Thanks for writing them <3

Dude, you are making this ship work. Excellent job!

Love this, and it makes sense that the only comfort Poe would accept in this situation would be from the person he dislikes the most, because Hux has no reason to be nice to him, wouldn't want to make him feel better, would actually twist the knife if he could.

When horrible bastards use their bastard powers to logically spurn the fears/guilt/problems of others, that's when they're the most devastating, that's why anyone ever keeps them around. That's why you confiscate their blaster but let them keep their holster. <3

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