Poe closes his eyes and hates whoever's in charge here all the way to the nearest sun and back. He imagines himself turning to meet her lips, asking her again to stay, trying to fix what he broke.

Except he didn't. And he won't. Because he doesn't do this kind of thing. He doesn't let himself, he has other things to focus on, he can't be what she deserves because the minute that siren goes off he's heading for his X-wing and his isn't a fight she signed up for.

When he opens his eyes she's right there, a breath away. Poe swallows and fights again the instinct to turn his head just that wee little bit and catch her lips before she moves back again. He tries to say he's sorry, though he's not sure for what at this point. It's uncomfortable, being willing to be under someone else's influence in this way. It's unearned.

That doesn't make it easier to find something to say.