your heart is gold and my hands are cold (ao3 link)
Finnās breathing is sharp and shallow beside him. Ren can feel the panic thrumming around them both, his own heart shuddering in his chest. A hand reaches out and takes his, their palms cupped together as they flee.
There is a sheen of sweat along Finnās brow as they hide, as Finn tries desperately to control his breathing. Renās hand tightens around the hilt of his saber, his left⦠he looks down. Their hands are still intertwined, Finnās dark skin against the black of his glove. It feels⦠important. āYouāre⦠holding my hand,ā he says. It is the only coherent thought he can articulate.
Finnās breathing has steadied somewhat. He still holds the blaster in his left hand, shifts to drag his forearm along his brow. He drops Renās hand, unlinks them as if heād been burned. āSorry,ā he says breathless, distracted and embarrassed. His eyes donāt meet Renās.
There is⦠Renās hand feels cold, misses the shared contact even if it wasnāt skin on skin. He blinks, flexes his free hand as if it were something new and foreign to him. āIā¦ā he begins hesitantly, softly so not to give away their position. āYou didnāt have to let go.ā


















