You can show me how much by sitting down for longer than five minutes. [ he knows your type, poe dameron, primarily because he himself falls in the same bracket of continuing on far past the point you should've stopped. and don't think he hasn't seen you in passing in the fray tonight. ] Seriously, how is it? I'm trying to work out my rounds, I need to know if you're having any pain or problems.
[ yeah this is backfiring spectacularly, the inquisition isn't what poe wanted, he just wanted to say thanks. ah well — he knows that john's right, technically. ]
All right, all right. It hurts a bit. Started up again maybe an hour ago.
[ but also: ] When's the last time you sat down for more than five minutes? [ two can play this game, buddy. ]
You can lecture me on heroics when I'm not a trained trauma doctor surrounded by trauma patients. [ there's a limited supply of medical professionals here and he's got a job to do so he'll be having none of that lip thank YOU. ]
An hour? [ there's frustration there, disguised more poorly than usual thanks in no small part to exhaustion. ] Right. Whereabouts are you? I'll bump you up the list.
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[ it's a smart plan. devious, but smart. poe can appreciate its strategic genius while being annoyed all at once. ]
I see. [ truth is, he can't really muster up much annoyance at all. sitting down sounds amazing right now. ] I'm at the edge of camp. South-side. I'll find a camp fire and wait for you.
Yessir. [ poe's response is equally snarky, but without any malice or genuine displeasure. now that he's sitting, his leg hurts even worse and exhaustion is hitting him harder than before. ]
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[ shouldn't have called the doctor buddy ]
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All right, all right. It hurts a bit. Started up again maybe an hour ago.
[ but also: ] When's the last time you sat down for more than five minutes? [ two can play this game, buddy. ]
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An hour? [ there's frustration there, disguised more poorly than usual thanks in no small part to exhaustion. ] Right. Whereabouts are you? I'll bump you up the list.
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[ does unveiling the nefarious plot render it somewhat less effective? who knows. the point is, rest ya damn leg ]
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I see. [ truth is, he can't really muster up much annoyance at all. sitting down sounds amazing right now. ] I'm at the edge of camp. South-side. I'll find a camp fire and wait for you.
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Rest up. Try and get some food if there's any around. I'll see you later.
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Yessir. [ poe's response is equally snarky, but without any malice or genuine displeasure. now that he's sitting, his leg hurts even worse and exhaustion is hitting him harder than before. ]
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