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'If old acquaintance be forgot-'
Finn’s lips are still warm from his fiancé’s lips as Poe looks down at him, fond, a devilish smile on those gorgeous lips of his, quipping wise.
“My whole life, I don't know what this song means. How can we remember our old friends if we've already forgotten them?”
Finn does his best not to look at Rey, who sits a few feet away, currently staring out at the stars, apparently lost to them and their conversation.
'And never brought to mind-'
She hasn’t said much tonight, or at all, since she’s been back; she stares instead at the stars or falls asleep over old texts.
Hasn’t done much else, whether it be eating, talking or engaging with anyone.
'Should old acquaintance-'
Just reads the texts, stares at the stars and spars with herself.
Talks with people who can’t possibly be there.
Doesn’t sleep, doesn’t cry.
She might almost be mourning.
'be forgot-'
She’s sitting on the ground staring at the stars again tonight, as everyone celebrates the new year - a new year for a new galaxy, new life - and Finn almost wishes that instead she'd cry.
Wishes she might do something, show some sign of life.
Might finally break.
'-and Auld lang syne.'
As a result, Finn can’t help but be relieved and hopeful, now, at the way she suddenly startles as a shiver seemingly moves through her, as she smiles - a wide, beautiful grin of a smile.
Finn feels Poe’s arms settle around his shoulders as they relax into each other.
“That we should remember that we forgot them,” Finn supposes. “Or something. Anyway, it's about old friends.”
He looks over to grin, happy, at Poe; Poe grins back.
“My hopeful romantic.”
Together, they watch Rey run for what she needs, and they hope.
As she jumps up to go running full-tilt for the Falcon, sitting ready nearby, where it seems Chewie waits to help her fly.
Watching they go, they hope she manages to find that which (whom) she needs.
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First posted on New Year's Eve, 2021.