If Poe is listening, maybe he'll detect the hint of fondness in Cassian's tone, a soft quality that doesn't quite line up with most people's attitudes on droids. He's not thinking of astromechs -- he's thinking of K2s, and one stubborn, quirky model in particular.
Cassian doesn't wipe droids on a regular basis. He never would have wiped Kay. He messed around in Kay's circuits, in his programming, but that wasn't the same. No resets, just -- repairs. Removing constraints the Empire placed in him.
He finds his own fingers spreading over Poe's hands. His aren't warm, but they're not completely chilled, either. Cassian's warmth radiates from his core, but doesn't seem to quite get all the way to his hands.
He imagines twisting around and pressing his lips to Poe's. Seriously considers it. He believes it wouldn't be completely unwelcome; maybe the timing would be bad, though. Some people crave that kind of closeness when the adrenaline is going, and some people can't even consider it. But if they were back on the base... ahh, if they were there, Cassian would already be kissing him, his fingers toying in Poe's hair, his body pressed full length against the pilot. Slow, he thinks; it would be slow, with Poe Dameron. Slow and sweet, with little smile and little jokes. That's not something Cassian gets often.
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If Poe is listening, maybe he'll detect the hint of fondness in Cassian's tone, a soft quality that doesn't quite line up with most people's attitudes on droids. He's not thinking of astromechs -- he's thinking of K2s, and one stubborn, quirky model in particular.
Cassian doesn't wipe droids on a regular basis. He never would have wiped Kay. He messed around in Kay's circuits, in his programming, but that wasn't the same. No resets, just -- repairs. Removing constraints the Empire placed in him.
He finds his own fingers spreading over Poe's hands. His aren't warm, but they're not completely chilled, either. Cassian's warmth radiates from his core, but doesn't seem to quite get all the way to his hands.
He imagines twisting around and pressing his lips to Poe's. Seriously considers it. He believes it wouldn't be completely unwelcome; maybe the timing would be bad, though. Some people crave that kind of closeness when the adrenaline is going, and some people can't even consider it. But if they were back on the base... ahh, if they were there, Cassian would already be kissing him, his fingers toying in Poe's hair, his body pressed full length against the pilot. Slow, he thinks; it would be slow, with Poe Dameron. Slow and sweet, with little smile and little jokes. That's not something Cassian gets often.