#myllo

"What happened here?"

"It's his fault," Poe said immediately, pointing at BB-8.

BB-8 beeped indignantly back, Myllo was sure saying something along the lines of 'No, he did it."

"I don't really care who's fault it is," Myllo sighed. "I just need to know why my boyfriend is covered in blood."

"BB-8 made-"

"Poe," Myllo said sternly. "Where are you bleeding from?"

"Leg," he sighed. The couple had been through this before, many times, so Poe knew the drill.

"Pants," Myllo commanded, already pulling out bandages and gauze rolls. "What happened to BB-8?"

"Bent antenna. Should I take these off too?" Poe was smirking suggestively, hand hovering over the waistband of his underwear. Myllo rolled her eyes.

"Is your dick bleeding?"

"No."

"Than no. You can take them off when you leave here though so I can clean the blood off of them when I get back."

"You're too serious about your job," Poe joked, as Myllo took a wet cloth and started cleaning off his injured leg.

"And you aren't? If either of us was less serious about what we do we never would've met." BB- 8 beeped in agreement. "So I'm not going to ask you again what happened."

"I fell. Tripped over BB-8. Accidentally bent his antenna. I'll have to fix it as soon as we get out of here."

"Yeah, that's not exactly my area of expertise. I think you owe someone an apology, though, blaming your clumsiness on him."

"He rolled right under my feet! I was walking-"

"Yes ma'am," he agreed sarcastically, but made no attitude at actually apologizing. BB-8 waited patiently by Myllos legs as she finished patching Poe up. "Have you been busy today?"

"You've been my worst patient," Myllo joked. "You can put your pants back on now."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Than have fun walking across base in your underwear."

"Noted." Myllo squatted to down to give BB-8 some well deserved attention while Poe pulled his pants back on. "Hey, how come I don't get a sticker?" Poe complained as Myllo stuck a glittery star onto the side of BB-8s head.