"You first." Cassian swings back, leaving enough room for Poe to slip past him and get tucked under the blankets. He offers Poe a hand, and through it gives leverage, gently steers Poe's trajectory, and settles him in against the mattress pad. He isn't shy about touch, but he is brisk; he doesn't want to give the impression that he's doing this for any ulterior purpose.
He glances at his chrono. "Seventy-four more minutes before we'll be in position for a jump. How long do you need before then to get the systems active?"
He pauses, looking over the limited space, the parka in his hands. He mentally spins it upside down, imagining that Poe is bound against the ceiling by the blanket, and he braces himself against the new 'floor' and tucks the parka in around Poe's shoulders. It smells of Cassian, of hints of sweat and nondescript soap and a hint of smoke.
It's after this that he slips under the covers with Poe. He's a little slimmer than the pilot, if close to the same height, and his body does well at filling in the gap between Poe and blanket and bed. He does it so his back is to Poe's chest.
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He glances at his chrono. "Seventy-four more minutes before we'll be in position for a jump. How long do you need before then to get the systems active?"
He pauses, looking over the limited space, the parka in his hands. He mentally spins it upside down, imagining that Poe is bound against the ceiling by the blanket, and he braces himself against the new 'floor' and tucks the parka in around Poe's shoulders. It smells of Cassian, of hints of sweat and nondescript soap and a hint of smoke.
It's after this that he slips under the covers with Poe. He's a little slimmer than the pilot, if close to the same height, and his body does well at filling in the gap between Poe and blanket and bed. He does it so his back is to Poe's chest.