#*vii

“poe,” he greets, voice quiet in what constitutes a canteen these days. fingers are wrapped around a lukewarm mug of caf and bodhi has never been able to shake the TIRED look from his eyes. sleep has never been an easy friend, has always evaded him, even as a young boy slipping from his bedroom window to clamber up pipes and rough stone to watch the stars above jedha city. bodhi used to think it might become easier to find in TIME.

“hey,” cup of caf is abandoned and bodhi sits upright in the chair he had been slumped in, datapad set aside as he leans forward and holds hand up in a gentle, soothing attempt at trying to keep the young man before him calm. bodhi recalls what it is like to wake up in a strange medbay with not a familiar face in sight and the last memory in your head one of panic and pain. when he’d heard the defected stormtrooper was laid up for force-knows how long it had been an easy decision to stay at his side.

Make Me Choose

↳ tidus or zack [requested by summ0ner-yuna​]