He smiled, fingers threading through Michael's hair again, "No better than you deserve." He gave another full-handed pinch to Michael's nape, still intent on soothing him as best he could while still trying not to be rattled himself.
He didn't think it was working as well as he could hope for, but the fact that it was working at all could only be a good thing.
He nodded, giving another gentle pinch before he unfolded to his feet, offering Michael a hand up, "Then let's go lay down for a while. I can make soup or something later."
Which was mostly because feeding people was how Poe took care of them, but also because he knew Michael needed to eat something that day. But laying down could absolutely happen first.
Michael accepts the other's hand and exhales. "That's a good plan." Poe is always pretty good at those when it comes to them.
Once he was up he moved toward the bed and laid down, rubbing his face. He was most exhausted and feeling so much nervous energy at once that he didn't know if laying down would actually be helpful at all.
"Better than the alternative." He replied, "Which is that we both just sit here staring at each other for the rest of the afternoon." There was an edge of amusement there, but also an edge of concern, and they were stacked together in a way that even he couldn't separate them.
Despite their similar heights, Poe was going to aggressively be the big spoon, chin hooking over Michael's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat and drawing him close, hand splayed flat against his chest.
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He didn't think it was working as well as he could hope for, but the fact that it was working at all could only be a good thing.
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"I think I want to lay down... I..." he doesn't know. There's so much to think about.
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Which was mostly because feeding people was how Poe took care of them, but also because he knew Michael needed to eat something that day. But laying down could absolutely happen first.
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Once he was up he moved toward the bed and laid down, rubbing his face. He was most exhausted and feeling so much nervous energy at once that he didn't know if laying down would actually be helpful at all.
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Despite their similar heights, Poe was going to aggressively be the big spoon, chin hooking over Michael's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pulse point at the base of his throat and drawing him close, hand splayed flat against his chest.