It's kind of nice, the fact that he doesn't know all about her already. That he can make slips like those. Both a pin in the eye of the people here and a chance to get to know her on his own. He wants to get to know her on his own.
"Any good I managed to be is on my parents," Poe says. It's not deflection, it's just the truth, as far as he's concerned. He may not yet remember his mother, but he remembers the way his father loved her. If he's any kind of decent person, it's because of them. (There's deflection there, too, a habit of modesty so ingrained it's gotten him in trouble with the General in the past. Straight answers, like patience, aren't always his strong suit.) As far as being charming and confident--he just grins.
"You say charming, my sq... friends say unbearable."
Due diligence done, he lapses into silence, trying to think of something to say in return. The possibilities all stir up emotions he's not sure what to do with. He's had one night stands and dalliances with men, women, genders in-between. He doesn't remember them, but they've all been friendly, with a mutual understanding that they weren't meant to last. He doesn't know what to do with wanting to know someone for keeps and knowing that can't happen.
"I remember...." Brown eyes study blue. They really do remind him of a nighttime sky. "The way you commit."
That was what did it. That's what tripped him up. That boundless willingness to leap in to the breach. He fell for it then, he wants to recruit it now. The Resistance needs administrators as much as they need pilots. People to orient on the details, people organize and control the flow of information--
With a jolt like an electric shock he remembers where they are. She has no idea what he's fighting for. She not even from a planet BB-8 has heard of.
And he needs to be careful, here. More careful than he realized. "I remember that you don't hold back."
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"Any good I managed to be is on my parents," Poe says. It's not deflection, it's just the truth, as far as he's concerned. He may not yet remember his mother, but he remembers the way his father loved her. If he's any kind of decent person, it's because of them. (There's deflection there, too, a habit of modesty so ingrained it's gotten him in trouble with the General in the past. Straight answers, like patience, aren't always his strong suit.) As far as being charming and confident--he just grins.
"You say charming, my sq... friends say unbearable."
Due diligence done, he lapses into silence, trying to think of something to say in return. The possibilities all stir up emotions he's not sure what to do with. He's had one night stands and dalliances with men, women, genders in-between. He doesn't remember them, but they've all been friendly, with a mutual understanding that they weren't meant to last. He doesn't know what to do with wanting to know someone for keeps and knowing that can't happen.
"I remember...." Brown eyes study blue. They really do remind him of a nighttime sky. "The way you commit."
That was what did it. That's what tripped him up. That boundless willingness to leap in to the breach. He fell for it then, he wants to recruit it now. The Resistance needs administrators as much as they need pilots. People to orient on the details, people organize and control the flow of information--
With a jolt like an electric shock he remembers where they are. She has no idea what he's fighting for. She not even from a planet BB-8 has heard of.
And he needs to be careful, here. More careful than he realized. "I remember that you don't hold back."