you had never truly trusted anyone with your personal space, let alone your body.

and now here you were, sitting on the edge of the bed while none other than your roommate cleaned your wounds after he found you hurt. practically invading both

you had been on a mission for the port mafia, and had ended up getting scarred pretty badly in a fight. you intended to keep it a secret and not let anyone know but as Poe walked in on you all those plans you had went right out the window.

he hadn't said a word since he came in and you were kind of dreading when he inevitably would, though the silence had began to become rather tense and unbearable. very gently, he dragged a damp cloth over a particularly deep cut but as you winced he immediately stopped and glanced up at you "sorry.. did that hurt?"