I started flying when I was three. I don't think I've mentioned that.
[ Poe gives Finn another little squeeze around the shoulders before he lets go, moving further into the room, putting on a kettle to boil. It's his father's action. Welcome someone in, make them something to drink. Cook for them, if they're staying long enough, but that doesn't fit this conversation. This is Finn's space, too. There's no reason to invite him into it with a meal when it already belongs to him.
There aren't any Yavini teas here but Poe still has several he's found that aren't too bad. He's noticed that Finn doesn't like sweets, not nearly as much as Rey at least, so he picks something minty instead. ]
I've been flying so long it's instinct. I just know. I know how the ship should feel, I know the angles I need, I know the math, I know.
[ He finishes preparing their cups and turns around to lean against the counter, facing Finn. ] Just knowing is great, but it doesn't do much for anyone else. After I made captain, I took a year of classes learning how to teach. Three years to work my way into being even decent at it, that's with the classes. Four more years to get really good. The Resistance has given me a lot of practice. A lot.
[ He crosses his arms. ] The point is, you can be good at something all your life, you can be the best, but there's going to come a point when you face something you can't just pick up. It won't just come easy. It'll take work, and that it needs work will feel like failure, but it's not. The stuff that takes work to learn is probably some of the most important you'll ever face. In this case, I know it is.
[ A small, small smile, one that's barely there then gone. ] I know this was never a priority before, but be kind to yourself, Finn. In this classroom, most of the galaxy has a leg up on you. You're doing amazing already.
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[ Poe gives Finn another little squeeze around the shoulders before he lets go, moving further into the room, putting on a kettle to boil. It's his father's action. Welcome someone in, make them something to drink. Cook for them, if they're staying long enough, but that doesn't fit this conversation. This is Finn's space, too. There's no reason to invite him into it with a meal when it already belongs to him.
There aren't any Yavini teas here but Poe still has several he's found that aren't too bad. He's noticed that Finn doesn't like sweets, not nearly as much as Rey at least, so he picks something minty instead. ]
I've been flying so long it's instinct. I just know. I know how the ship should feel, I know the angles I need, I know the math, I know.
[ He finishes preparing their cups and turns around to lean against the counter, facing Finn. ] Just knowing is great, but it doesn't do much for anyone else. After I made captain, I took a year of classes learning how to teach. Three years to work my way into being even decent at it, that's with the classes. Four more years to get really good. The Resistance has given me a lot of practice. A lot.
[ He crosses his arms. ] The point is, you can be good at something all your life, you can be the best, but there's going to come a point when you face something you can't just pick up. It won't just come easy. It'll take work, and that it needs work will feel like failure, but it's not. The stuff that takes work to learn is probably some of the most important you'll ever face. In this case, I know it is.
[ A small, small smile, one that's barely there then gone. ] I know this was never a priority before, but be kind to yourself, Finn. In this classroom, most of the galaxy has a leg up on you. You're doing amazing already.