It was all so close, still undealt with, just under his skin. Pushing through his veins with every beat of his still aching heart.

He didn't mean to do it. Wasn't even aware that he had until Poe's reply made no sense.

He blinked, frowning. He took a breath to speak, and then realized, a blank expression crawling across his face and leaving a broken sadness in the wake of the anger. His hand, still out, dipped, fell, and hung empty at his side.

"Of course," he murmured, little more than a breath. "You just... you're alike. More than I knew."