The air crackles with tension in the cramped confines of the Resistance base as you and Poe Dameron stand on opposite sides of the room, the echoes of your heated argument still ringing in the air. Hours have passed since the clash of words began, each exchange leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and a weight on your heart.

Poe's jaw is set in a stubborn line, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest as he stares you down with a mixture of frustration and defiance. His normally vibrant eyes are dark with emotion, the spark of rebellion tempered by the cold reality of the situation.

You stand your ground, your own resolve unyielding as you refuse to back down in the face of Poe's stubbornness. The words you exchanged still linger in the air, a tangled web of hurt and resentment that threatens to tear you apart.

"So are you gonna talk or just sulk in your corner?"; he asks, sassy and stubborn, jaw locked.