The lack of humor and the tension in his mind makes Owain take that as a rejection, and he flinches, up until Poe clears up his meaning.
"No, I-- it'll-- I'll teach you. Okay? It doesn't even have to be anything, it's just-- pen on paper, the feel of seeing something in your head come to life, it's-- you'll see. Okay? You'll see."
He's anchored, by the squeeze on his arm. Looks to Poe like it hurts, for a second, but the longer he looks at Owain, the more obvious it is that he's just really, really fucking hurting from whatever it is that's going through his head and he needs to look at Poe to be reminded that he's okay, he's safe, he's not doing anything wrong.
He takes a breath and nods. Ball. Midnight. Capitol. Okay.
"We'll--" He swallows. "We'll be okay. Through this. Yeah? The dance."
"Hey." He lets go of Owain's arm, reaching out with both hands to cup either side of his face, instead, tilting him down so that he has to meet Poe's eyes. They're still in the middle of the street, but Poe doesn't seem to give a shit - even as his left hand leaves a smudge of blood on Owain's cheek.
"We're alright. You're alright. We'll be just fine. Trust me."
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"No, I-- it'll-- I'll teach you. Okay? It doesn't even have to be anything, it's just-- pen on paper, the feel of seeing something in your head come to life, it's-- you'll see. Okay? You'll see."
He's anchored, by the squeeze on his arm. Looks to Poe like it hurts, for a second, but the longer he looks at Owain, the more obvious it is that he's just really, really fucking hurting from whatever it is that's going through his head and he needs to look at Poe to be reminded that he's okay, he's safe, he's not doing anything wrong.
He takes a breath and nods. Ball. Midnight. Capitol. Okay.
"We'll--" He swallows. "We'll be okay. Through this. Yeah? The dance."
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"We're alright. You're alright. We'll be just fine. Trust me."