BB-8 rolls backward and forward, a tiny see-saw motion, and makes an apologetic noise.
Cassian has just answered a question Poe didn't know he wanted to ask. Several of them, in fact. Too many of them. He's going to get a headache from all of this information, trying to work it into some kind of understandable pattern.
He lets his head sag, far enough that he's almost got his nose in his coffee. It smells good. Which is not incentive to lift his head up again.
"Are we family?" It's not accusatory. Poe's definition of the word is broader than some peoples'. "How did we meet? Let him tell me, Bee."
The droid rolls over, its speed and the angle of his head dome still broadcasting contrition. BB-8 bumps his dome against Cassian's leg.
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Cassian has just answered a question Poe didn't know he wanted to ask. Several of them, in fact. Too many of them. He's going to get a headache from all of this information, trying to work it into some kind of understandable pattern.
He lets his head sag, far enough that he's almost got his nose in his coffee. It smells good. Which is not incentive to lift his head up again.
"Are we family?" It's not accusatory. Poe's definition of the word is broader than some peoples'. "How did we meet? Let him tell me, Bee."
The droid rolls over, its speed and the angle of his head dome still broadcasting contrition. BB-8 bumps his dome against Cassian's leg.