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Rey sits in a corner of the Falcon and tries to let her hair down.
She tries to pull it free from the elastic, but her fingers jerk and tremble. Rey wants to go to sleep, but she can’t until her hair is down, she can’t -
“May I?” Rey looks over to see Poe Dameron, ace pilot, smiling at her. Rey nods after a second, lowering her hands to her lap.
There’s the tugging of his fingers against her scalp, and then - her hair, stiff from sweat, wilts around her.
Poe cards his fingers through the knots, delicate and sure.