Spending about a week, maybe more, on a ship with Dara was an odd experience. It was only the two of them and BB-8. What were they meant to do? Being alone made Poe feel a little bit sad, and being with Dara also made him feel sad. He didn't know what he was meant to do. She was sad too. It became apparent that they both realised how dire a situation the galaxy was in and that they may not all survive the ordeal. Poe hated being stuck in this funk. He decided that doing something with his time, getting active, would help him to feel better. He pushed himself off of his bed with great effort. He picked a hand sized ball from his things. He bounced it a couple of times off the wall, testing it. This would do. He made his way out into the passenger hold where Dara sat, quietly reading a book. Poe rolled up his sleeves and stretched. He bounced the ball then hit with his hand at the wall. He ran back and forth, keeping the ball going, working up a sweat. This was exactly what he needed. He felt warm, and a little out of breath, and his legs ached a little, and it made him feel good. He hit the ball back at an odd angle and it shot past him just out of his reach. He turned to see where it went and saw it stop dead in the air.

Dara held out her arm gracefully from the seat she was curled up in. She was still reading. She had stopped the ball with the force. She made a gentle sweeping motion with her outstretched hand and the ball came towards Poe very slowly. He plucked the ball from the air, and Dara lowered her arm. Poe stared at her for a while, catching his breath. He pulled his shirt over his head to let himself cool down a little. He saw the slight quirk in her brows at that. She had been leaving her hair down on the ship all day every day. She must have known he liked it that way. He imagined it was more comfortable to wear it down anyways.

"Poe, we've talked about the clothing situation. I believe it was the second time we met." She didn't even look up at him. He smirked.

"You can't tell me you're cold Princess."

"What if I am?" She said it with a smile. He walked over to one of the storage units and picked out a blanket. He approached her slowly and wrapped the blanket around her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek then headed for the showers. He felt a little better. And feeling clean and warm would make him feel even better. He left the room and made for the showers. Slipping out of the rest of his clothes he stepped into the shower and enveloped himself in hot water. He let out a groan of happiness. He did love a good hot shower. Poe had been right. Getting a shower had made him feel better.

He felt so good that he began to sing. Something he only ever did in the shower. He was a loud singer, and not a particularly good one. But dammit, he was enthusiastic. A particularly loudly belted note echoed around the ship. He heard running footsteps.

"Are you okay? I heard you- oh my god you're naked. I'm so sorry." Dara. But she wasn't moving to leave. Poe turned around.

"Hey. Yeah I'm okay. I'm just a real bad singer." He grinned at her. He caught her eyes darting down between his legs, and a blush blooming furiously on her face. "Water's warm. You should get it while its good." She shut her eyes tight.

"I should go."

"Nah you can stay if you like. I'm not shy. I'm just a guy singing real bad in a shower. And we're just hanging out." She peeked at him, then shut her eyes again.

"Poe…"

"Dara. You can leave if you're uncomfortable. Of course you can." She slowly opened her eyes again.

"I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable." She gave him a smile.

"Nudity isn't a big deal to me. Obviously, I respect other people's privacy. But I don't mind if people see me in the nude. I'm just a guy. I guess some would say a good looking guy." She gave him a smile.

"Who would ever say that?" she teased. He gave her an offended look, then turned around and stepped into the stream of hot water, letting it pour down over his head. He ran his hands through his hair, and felt quite relaxed. She was still there, and he could tell she was working up the nerve to say something. He felt a little bit of dread at what could come out of her mouth.

"Poe… Do you ever think… maybe… anything could ever happen between us?" Poe stood still for a couple of seconds. How was he meant to answer that? What could he say?

"Do you think you have the capacity to have anything happen with me? Do you think that you could bring yourself to that?" Poe kept his back turned on her as he asked. His great mood evaporated. He hated drama.

"Poe… Are you trying to say that I think I'm above you? That I need to lower myself to your level? I don't think like that!" Poe turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He dried himself and didn't look at her.

"I didn't say that. I'm just asking yourself if you're open to that. If it is something that you would allow to happen. Because at every turn you've shot it down." That seemed to stop her building tirade in its tracks.

"You've handled things between us poorly from the start. You've a lot going on in your life. I'm just wondering if emotionally you're in the right place for us to be having this conversation." He wrapped the towel around his hips and turned to face her. "I'm not saying this to hurt you. But it might just be too much for you to cope with right now." Despite his best interests he could see he'd hurt her. He felt very sorry for that indeed. With glistening eyes she turned and left. Poe felt a little sad now. He wished they could have just gone back to that bar and be those two strangers again. He wish that things could have gone from there without all these complications. Poe was starting to think maybe he and Dara should be together, but he had no idea how to make it work.