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Poe was calm and confident.
Or at least that was what he liked people to believe.
He had become very convincing.
Smiling like he'd never felt fear.
Laughing when he wanted to cry.
Carrying himself with a sense of indestructibility he didn't think he'd ever truly possessed.
Yet even an expertly constructed mask was bound to break.
For a long time he had just hidden himself away when he felt his disguise start to come apart.
Being alone hurt, but the possible pain of rejection kept him from asking for the help that deep down he knew he needed.
So when people started to notice too much he would brush them off with well rehearsed nonchalance.
But then he met Finn.
There was something about Finn that made him feel safe…
Finn would help him pick up the pieces and fit them together so much prettier than they'd ever been before.
Finn's voice and touch brought comfort and a sense of security that Poe was previously unaccustomed to.
He was more than grateful that he had someone like Finn.
“I must be the luckiest guy in the galaxy,” Poe remarked somewhat out of the blue.
But Finn just smiled a little and replied, “I hope that has something to do with me.”
“It has everything to do with you,” Poe said earnestly, “I can't imagine anyone more perfect than you.”
Finn clearly didn't agree, he had plenty of his own issues he was working on, especially centering around his own self worth.
But he didn't comment on it, instead he just kept smiling, and gave a small nod, he was clearly doing his best to actually accept the compliment.
They were both damaged, but they were both healing.
Slowly, they were both finally learning what it was to be loved.