rey (firststeps) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-01-02 15:46:00 |
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Once her knock was answered, Rey was stepping into Finn's room, with Pilot trailing by her side. In her hands was a bag of chips that she'd taken a fondness to as of late. She kicked the door behind her as she entered and then dropped down to sit on the floor by where Finn was sitting, legs crossing over one another in a comfortable position, as her arm stretched out to offer Finn the bag she was holding. "They didn't have these in Chicago," she commented as a way of beginning their conversation. Obviously, she'd rushed to meet Finn the moment he'd announced himself upon the Network; and she'd been around frequently since his arrival. There was no way anyone could doubt that she was pleased by his presence. But she'd largely given him some time to get reassimilated to their new location. This didn't mean she kept distance, because she certainly didn't (she, in fact, had given him frequent hugs over the past few weeks and sometimes without warning), but that she'd held off on any serious conversations. "Or, at least, I don't remember seeing them." Finn had been working out how exactly to bring up certain things, but he still wasn’t any closer to being able to being it up. Poe was his friend and that was painfully important to him. Something that happened in another life was less important. It felt very real and important, but Finn was trying to be diplomatic...or whatever it was he was doing. He wasn’t sure. The hugs from Rey and the attention from Poe and Pilot had been great. He’d happily played into it and been used to it. It was nice to have them both around and Pilot. When the door opened, he looked up from the tablet, staying where he was sitting up against the side of the bed. He reached into the bag, taking a few of the chips. “I don’t remember. They could have been.” "Maybe, but let's say they weren't, so they feel more special to our current situation, yeah?" She teased with a large smile. Up until Finn's arrival, no one had known about or seemed to remember Chicago. To the others, it was just a city in another State. They didn't know it as a place quite similar to Tumbleweed, where people came from a multitude of universes. And this meant no one remembered any of the things Rey remembered. It wasn't such a big deal. She was adaptable. Always had been. But she was grateful that now she at least had someone who remembered most of it. He, obviously, wouldn't have remembered leaving himself. There was an entire two month gap where Rey had no one. Finn had been the last to leave; and she wound up holing up in the Falcon with just Pilot by her side. Thinking of this made her reach out with her free hand to scratch behind the dog's ears. "What were you doing?" Finn watched Rey’s hand curiously before shifting his attention to her hand. “Just thinking, I guess.” It wasn’t the entirety of it. It was a vague generalization. “Just about Chicago and things that happened.” He was glad that he was here now. He was glad that they were all together again. It had been awful to be broken up. But they weren’t now. Even if they’d been even more broken later. “I’m sorry I left.” And he was. The idea of him leaving felt...well, it felt awful. How could he have left? Did he choose it? “I wish I’d stayed.” But maybe things had gotten worse. He wasn’t sure. He just knew that at some point he’d left and he didn’t really want to do that to Rey again. He moved closer just a little. “How was your walk?” Rey turned her head up to look at Finn with that statement. She gave a very subtle nod. She didn't know necessarily what he was thinking about but she understood that this was an adjustment. Of course, her and Finn had been through multiple of those, hadn't they? And when he mentioned Chicago, and the things that happened, her gaze dropped down for a moment. She didn't want to make assumptions but she was. Clearing her throat, she looked back up. "You didn't choose to go," she told him. She didn't know if he had been worried about that or not. But she wanted to squash that fear if it was there. She knew Finn wouldn't have ever willingly left her. "I wish you had, too," she agreed, sighing. "I wish everyone had." She'd lost Poe. She'd lost Finn. Han. Leia. Obi-Wan. It'd just been hit after hit until Rey had felt like she had no one left from her world; just memories of people who might not ever return to her side. And she'd not had the heart enough to choose to go home. Not when there was always the possibility of finding who she was in Chicago. It had always been a hope. She'd been actively searching for answers that never came. So she retreated, living like a hermit in the Falcon, which was grounded and unable to even take to the skies of Illinois. "You're here now, though," she reminded him, smiling now, "And that's all I've wanted." Then she smiled more. "Well, we chased a few cars as we ran, so I'd say productive." That was a relief. He’d hoped he hadn’t chosen to go. He hadn’t meant to or wanted to. He’d missed Poe and that was hard, but Rey was the only family he’d had or known. He couldn’t remember his actual family at all. He’d thought, perhaps, maybe he’d experience a scent or a sound or anything that might remind him of his family at one point. He’d even wondered if his parents might show up in Chicago. He hadn’t learned anything regarding that, however. The wiki and the people that had ‘written’ his story didn’t offer any information on the matter, so he was still at a loss. “I’m here now,” he agreed, smiling a little and pressing his shoulder against Rey’s. It hadn’t really been a long time for him since they’d been close like this, but he wondered at how long it must have been for her, so he was willing to stay there. Plus, it wasn’t like they’d never sat cuddled up together to watch movies or TV shows or whatever there was that was of interest to them. He liked being close to Rey and Poe and he was getting used to the idea of being close to others, but he was keeping the cuddling on a couch thing to just Rey and Poe. He didn’t really think he wanted to do that with anyone else. “It does sound like you guys stuck to your routine of car chasing. Too bad there aren’t any water birds for him to chase anymore and he can’t swim in the lake now.” "They don't get as upset about it in Texas as they did Chicago," she said with a light shrug of her shoulders. She had only ever kept a leash for Pilot to appease locals. She often let him run as he pleased because he had a tendency to listen to her. And they used to run through the city together in the early mornings, when people were still getting ready for the day. It gave her less arguments that way. "Yeah, I think we can safely say we will all miss the water." This was at least true for Rey. Texas reminded her too much of Jakku with it's heat, though she was glad of it right now, as she thought back to balmy winter nights in Chicago. She hadn't ever cared for the snow much. She shifted, resting her head against his shoulder, and allowed for silence to take over for awhile. It was only after a few minutes that she quietly stated, "I never told Poe." She knew he'd know what she was talking about. And hidden in the statement waa a question unspoken. Had Finn told him? He smiled a little. “They seem to care about different things here.” At least from what he’d observed. He didn’t mind it so much. As long as he had his friends with him. That was all that mattered. That was the important thing to him. “I already miss it.” He couldn’t say he didn’t miss more than just the water about Chicago, but the winters seemed a lot more reasonable than they were before. The wind had been less here, too. Only he felt similarly to Rey when it came to his feeling like they were back on Jakku. Only the buildings were very different. I never told Poe. Finn glanced down at Rey out of the corner of his eye, letting out a sigh. “I haven’t figured out how to tell him. What if he doesn’t…” He trailed off, frowning. “I don’t want things to be....different. I’ll survive if it is, but I guess I don’t want it to be different.” "Yeah, in regard to some things," she agreed. In others? They were identical. The Military response wasn't much different then the cooperation that had been set up to house everyone back in Chicago. The only real difference, that she could tell, was that Chicago had found a way to send people back voluntarily; while here hadn't. She wondered how many people in this town would accept that offer if given. She turned her head up to look at him and gave a small reassuring smile, before shifting to loop her arm around his, resting her hand against his shirt sleeve. "What if he does?" She asked, with a supportive gaze. But she understood the apprehension. She didn't know if she'd have wanted to face rejection if she were in Finn's position. "Poe's going to care about you even if things are different. Wouldn't it be better to at least...find out if you've got the chance? Then to worry about what could have been?" Finn leaned against Rey a little, looking ahead of himself. If Poe did like him, then he’d be happy. Something would be as it should be. Even if he wasn’t sure that everyone would count it as something that should be. He just couldn’t help but see it that way because his feelings for Poe were so much so that he didn’t know how to feel any other way. He missed a lot of the aspects of what came with being in a relationship. “I know he will. He’s pretty much always been there even before.” Even now. Poe had talked about how happy he was to see him and Finn was happy that it made Poe happy. “I just have to work up to it, I guess. I just don’t know how to work up to it yet.” But if Rey was supportive, then he probably owed it to her to try. He probably owed it to himself to try. "He is good about being here," she said, still leaning against him, savoring the closeness. She had missed him. He had been the last one to leave back in Chicago. Han and Leia had gone before Finn. When Finn had left, it was just her and Pilot. And when she had arrived here, almost everyone had been here, even though no one remembered what she remembered. Everyone but Finn. It had felt wrong in Chicago to be without Finn and it had felt wrong here. He was her family. "Take your time," she then said, turning her head to give him a supportive smile. "Just don't let being afraid of the answer hold you back." Finn nodded, just glad that at least one person understood what he was talking about. “Okay. I won’t.” He just hoped that it wouldn’t end in a way that ended with a lot of awkwardness between them. |