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To let off steam when his head gets so filled with thoughts that it’s overwhelming him, he ends up here with a bag hanging and his fist wrapped up. Working off his other muscles to try and escape his thoughts and thinking too much into things. Years ago, he was just New Republic officer lacking experience and knowledge of the galaxies. He was a damn good pilot, but he was young and well, he hadn’t truly been in the conflict with the First Order. He had won every time then. The General reminded him that he was still young and he didn’t have the experience of decades of war, the Rebellion was over when he was two. Leia warned him, he hadn’t seen the worst of the First Order ( and she predicted that it’d grow to the power the Empire ). He had now and well, today he just needed to let off steam and punch something, kick. He had plans in his head and had seen things that bothered him, he wanted to fight it. This wasn’t a unusual position for him to be found in by his little buddy. He was sweaty now, sitting on the floor back against the wall. Head low and propped against a hand, as that elbow rests on his knee. He feels his ankles being knocked into, a huff is given as a series of beeps and whistles tune to his ear. He understands. BB-8 will usually find him and give him a towel, despite the mess in his head he manages a smile, regardless of how weak.
“Hey, hey, don’t bruise my ankles I need those.” He tells the droid, who’s knocking into them; not that it hurts. The droid roll forward more when Poe moved, making room for her. BB-8 is one of the smartest droids he knows, perceptive to his emotions and ready with the little rag to wipe the sweep. He pulls his arms around the round body, a hug that is needed at the moment. Even though some might consider this a hug or comforting, it’s perfect and enough for Poe to draw comfort from it. BB-8′s his best friend, regardless of whether the fact that some say she’s just a droid. BB-8 is not just a droid and he’s feeling a little better from this, getting out of his head already. “Hey, buddy.” He mumbles rest against the little droid, “Where were you off to, anyways? Not making much trouble, I hope?” A light laugh even given as he teases BB-8.
