Guilt flashed across his features before he could think to stop it, easily coming to the surface with the thoughts presently in his head, and his eyes dropped. "I'll work on that." The other man wasn't wrong, he shouldn't make it a habit. It would only get himself or someone else killed.
Or worse.
He swallowed, and after a moment replied, "Wouldn't mind losing these if possible," lifting his hands to bring attention to the cuffs and at least temporarily off his decision making skills. Poe didn't think he was injured exactly, although he'd forgotten about the earlier hit to his head until he was sitting there trying to take a mental inventory of his aches and pains. No wonder his head was killing him, between that and the flash grenade and the Force use. (Truthfully he didn't know if the latter had anything to do with it, but given his lack of knowledge on the subject it seemed as probable as anything.) His side ached like he would end up with a small bruise from the blaster barrel pressed into him but that wasn't anything worth being concerned about.
I'd feel bad for Finn having to put up with Poe's hijinks, but something tells me he doesn't mind
Or worse.
He swallowed, and after a moment replied, "Wouldn't mind losing these if possible," lifting his hands to bring attention to the cuffs and at least temporarily off his decision making skills. Poe didn't think he was injured exactly, although he'd forgotten about the earlier hit to his head until he was sitting there trying to take a mental inventory of his aches and pains. No wonder his head was killing him, between that and the flash grenade and the Force use. (Truthfully he didn't know if the latter had anything to do with it, but given his lack of knowledge on the subject it seemed as probable as anything.) His side ached like he would end up with a small bruise from the blaster barrel pressed into him but that wasn't anything worth being concerned about.