There's the barest edge of defensiveness in it, which is a clear indicator to anyone who knows him how close he is to shutting this conversation down. He looks away, balling his hands up and shoving them in his pockets. BB-8 chirrups concern, and Poe can't even bring himself to say he's fine. "Cassian is family. He's part of the Alliance, the Resistance. He knows my parents."
They're crossing about a half-dozen lines right now, but Poe can't bring himself to care. "I trust him."
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There's the barest edge of defensiveness in it, which is a clear indicator to anyone who knows him how close he is to shutting this conversation down. He looks away, balling his hands up and shoving them in his pockets. BB-8 chirrups concern, and Poe can't even bring himself to say he's fine. "Cassian is family. He's part of the Alliance, the Resistance. He knows my parents."
They're crossing about a half-dozen lines right now, but Poe can't bring himself to care. "I trust him."