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WHO: Reeve, Poe Dameron, Rufus Shinra, Open
WHERE: Temba Restoration Coordination
 (Yellow 5), The Deep End (Orange 13)
WHAT: Event Fallout for Reeve, His Boss Arriving, Hiding Out at the Bar
WHEN: June 7th to 12th
WARNINGS: CW: Implied past sexual situation in thread with Rufus; Drinking at the Deep End

1. Talking About What Happened Closed to Poe | Evening of the 7th, Reeve's Office
Reeve hadn't really been big on the idea of sticking around in the Waiting Room when they had awoken. His memories of being stuck in Calibrations were not hte greatest, and he had decided he wasn't going to risk sticking around there. He had grabbed Mini up and headed right out, not daring to question, not waning to linger. There were memories and a life to process and he didn't much like it.

It wasn't until later that night that he reached out to Poe with a message. After quite a bit of thought he had known what the truth was. They had to talk. So he'd sent a message, asking for Poe to meet him in his space. They had to figure things out. He had to figure whether Poe might forgive him for what he'd apparently said and done there.


2. Welcome To Temba, Your Timing Sucks Closed to Rufus | Morning of the 8th, Reeve's Office
The meeting hadn't been a bad one, in Reeve's estimation. Poe was a wonderful companion and he quite liked his time with his boyfriend. A nice talk, a lazy morning afterward, and Reeve had been happy to send the other man off in the morning. He had happily watched Poe slip out after morning coffee together, sitting at Reeve's work table in the front room. Reeve hadn't even bothered to put on much more than his long coat that morning, hadn't bothered to make his bed yet, hadn't even begun to work on the final stages of Mini's upgraded form. Instead he'd sat smiling at the table, his hair ruffled, sipping at the final dregs of his coffee as the door closed, not even paying attention to Mini as the doll worked on sorting through papers on the table top, making sure nothing had been lost in the change of the last month.

So Reeve, most definitely, wasn't expecting someone to show up at his door.


3. Just A Little Drink Open To All | Evenings of the 8th through 12th, The Deep End

Well, that was a thing that had most definitely happened. Reeve didn't know what to do with himself with Rufus here. With Cloud nad VIncent he had known what to do, what his place was with his companions and friends. It was enough for Reeve to just, well, fall into a habit he hadn't had in a very long time. Though he supposed it was hardly a habit if he didn't sustain it. Reeve sighed and settled himself at a chair at the bar, sitting down and looking at the counter. So what was the etiquette here, how did one even go about getting alcohol?

"Um, hello?"

Maybe he didn't want to be as alone as he thought.

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"I don't know that it's possible to get enough of you, Poe," Reeve answers quite easily. "I find myself captivated by you."

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"Oh, trust me, I know quite a few people who have gotten very sick of me," Poe assures, turning to press a kiss to the corner of Reeve's mouth. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you're immune."

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"Sick because you're too sweet and upset their stomachs?" Reeve suggested.

Oh, he might well be immune. He'd like to test that idea.

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"Definitely not," Poe laughed, "What in stars have I done to give you that impression?" he teased, "Can I get that in writing? There's a few people who would get a good laugh out of that one."

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"I'm not laughing," Reeve countered, his hand coming up to stroke Poe's cheek. "I do adore you."

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"I'm pretty fond of you too, you know," Poe said, reaching to catch that hand and press a kiss to Reeve's hand, "Even if I can't say it with as flowery language."

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"I like the idea of that," Reeve smiles, enjoying that Poe kisses his hand. Oh but the man made him feel good.

"I read poetry when I was young, and in college. To sound more educated."

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"Well it worked wonders. Do you remember any of it?" Poe asked, "It doesn't bother you, does it? That I can't romance you with pretty words and all that?"

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"I do. Much of it is Wutaian haiku though," Reeve admitted. Which was in another language.

But Poe's concern earned the softest smile from Reeve and a kiss just below the other man's ear.

"If that was important to me, I would more commonly woo men or women who had that skill."

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"This place seems dead set against letting me show off all my usual skills," Poe lamented, head tilting with an amused smile to welcome more kisses, "It must all be down to my looks, huh?"

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Usual skills? Reeve chuckled.

"You did show me SOME of them," Reeve reminded Poe. "That night, leaving the party. It was a rush."

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Poe laughed, biting his lip at the memory. "I wanna say stealing rides isn't one of my usual talents, but..." Well. Everyone was young once. "You really got a kick outta that, didn't you? Promise, once I get someone pieced together that'll stay in the air I'll take you out again."

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"I meant the flying," Reeve answered. Not the stealing. He doesn't believe the stealing was the current specialty.

"It felt alive."

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"Mmm, no where I feel more alive than in a cockpit. In the stars. Being grounded like this hasn't been easy. Dunno what I would have done without you," he added with a grateful smile.

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"Strange that you should look so much to the sky, while my life is so caught up in the ground. Or perhaps it helps make you captivating."

Done without him? Reeve doesn't even know what to say about that.

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"If my father had his way things might have turned out different," Poe mused, "But I think I was born to fly." He grinned then. "Does it really?"

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"My father did not approve of my pursuits either. He wished me to be a farmer like him. I suppose we both had other things we wanted."

Born to fly was he? Reeve thought that was poetic.

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"How'd you wear him down?" Poe asked. Or had he? Maybe that wasn't a good question to be asking. But it wasn't a bad idea to get to know one another a little better if things were going to be serious, was it?

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"I didn't," Reeve answered. "My mother did. She was..."

Oh the things he could say about her. Reeve spared a smile.

"But I wanted to help the world, and he loved me."

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"I'd like to hear more about them," he encouraged, "About you and your world. I feel like I don't know all that much about where you come from, Reeve."

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Oh what a thing to ask.

"My world is not a wonder, Poe, not at all. It's... it's a bad place."

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"Mine's not a picnic either. I still want to know." Their worlds shaped them, informed their choices, how were they supposed to get to know each other if they left all of that off the table?

"We don't have to right now. But...I want to know you, Reeve. If we're going to do this."

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"Alright," Reeve said after a moment, taking a deep breath. Then he tapped Poe's thigh, to try and encourage him to stand.

"We'll talk, but I'd rather tell the story when I'm more comfortable.

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Poe stood and nodded, stretching and looking about. It still felt a little strange to be back here, after a whole lifetime of memories filling his mind it felt like visiting a familiar space he hadn't seen in a long while, longer than the month it had been in reality.

"...I feel like I've lived three lives."

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"Only three? I could have sworn it was at least five at this point," Reeve suggested.

With him on his feet now he moved toward the bedroom, opening the door and looking back over his shoulder at poe. "Shall we?"