Poe's gaze fell to the floor, he had heard the others footsteps quiet as he digested the request. The silence thick in the air and Poe could only hear his pounding heartbeat in his ears. Shit. Why did you even mention anything.... stupid stupid stupid
When the other began to speak, his breath caught in his chest. Wringing his hands in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, there was a glimmer of hope there. He hadn't said no, but he still needed time to be trusted. He opened his lips and softly uttered a wisp of"yes-of course"
With that Kylo had exited the room, the soft hydraulics of the door hissing after him.
"You'll need to familiarize yourself with my ships if you even want to think about flying again" he mimicked softly, though he waited quite a few minutes after the other had left him, not daring to be caught stepping out of line. He groaned as he lowered himself back to the bed, and starred at the ceiling. "if you even want to think about flying again" it echoed in his head. Over. and Over again.
If. You. Ever. Want. To. Think. About. Flying. Again.
He knew --he was almost positive Ren wouldn't keep him grounded. He was too valuable in the skies to have his wings clipped. If he could just show him. Prove to him that --- in good time. He just needed to be strategic about it. But not too pushy....
He spent what felt like an hour or two laying on the bed, burning a hole in the ceiling with his gaze. "Kriff this is tedious" he muttered, wincing as he rolled over and stood up. Bracing himself on the end of the bed as his vision stabilized. Of course he was in no way fit to fly or even try any sort of trainings. His eyes fell on the shelves of tomes and artifacts Kylo had adorned his room with, he was determined to at least study something today. He picked up the first thing that he deemed interesting enough, hobbled back to the bed and settled in.
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He must've dozed off, the subject must not have been as interesting as he previously had thought. He woke with a start, Ren was panting heavily at the door. Bolting upright he groaned, when would he learn to sit up slowly after their sessions?
He braced himself and stood from the bed, "Is--what's wrong---what's happened?" brows knitting together as he watched the others movements, the caution he had looking around and entering the quarters.
What were you doing? He cocked his head slightly to the side, Seen anything? Anyone? " I don't know what you mean---I haven't --I've just woken up---accidentally slipped into a nap it seems." he motioned to the bed where an old book lay open, the sheets around wrinkled and bunched after fitful sleep.
He rubbed his eyes as if that would help him in understanding what was going on. He wanted to go to him, but he was ---frightened? No. Apprehensive? Perhaps. Cautious?...maybe that was the best term for his feeling. He took a tentative step forward, raising a hand to gently point at the man where the dried blood was. " Are you hurt?---do you need me to get the medpack?"
Violence