"So can you, like, speak or..." Poe eyes the green being standing in front of him. He sat on the floor, tucking his feet under him, watching the child avidly, with the child doing the very same.

"What am I saying, of course you can't." The pilot rubbed a tired hand over his eyes. He grumbled nonsense to himself, before continuing to carefully watch the child.

"BB, download all the info you can on raising a kid, 'kay?" The droid chirped in affirmation, the light below it's lens blinking quickly.

"Guess we can find something to play with around here." Poe's eyes locked onto a large chest inhabiting a nearby corner of the room. "That looks promising." He mumbled to himself, quickly opening it.

"Now this is more like it." The pilot pulled out multiple stuffed animals along with teething toys. He passed a bantha plush towards the eager child.

"Here you go... Grogu?" The child perked up, humming as it tilted it's head, his already large eyes widening. Poe chuckled at that, gently placing it in Grogu's three-fingered hand.

"Woah-ho-ho!" Grogu startled as Poe quickly pulled out an x-wing toy from the chest. "This better be your favorite." He warned.

Though the child was giddily reaching towards the figurine, Poe held it tightly in his hands, his eyes analyzing it. He let out a breathy laugh, turning it over gently in his hands.

BB-8 rolled over towards him, beeping excitedly at the toy in the pilot's hands.

"You miss it as much as I do buddy?" He patted the bot on the head before reluctantly giving the x-wing to the child.

"How am I doing so far?" Poe turned to the BB unit, to which the droid opened a compartment, his torchlight turning on.

"That's good." He sighed, sitting cross legged next to Grogu, leaning back as he closed his eyes with a sigh.

When he opened his eyes, the x-wing figurine was floating directly in front of his face. His hand swatted it out of the way by reflex, the toy toppling to the ground. Poe eyes met with Grogu's. His giant eyes were turned down into a small pout.

"Kriffing hell, kid." Poe quickly picked up the toy, placing it in the child's small lap. "Yeah, buddy I think I'm gonna need info on how to take care of a jedi baby."

He leaned forward, picking Grogu up and holding him tight to his chest.

"You wanna show me how you do that?" He tilted his head, rubbing the child's ear gently.

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The Mand'alor entered a house full of chaos. There was multiple ship figurines floating around the living room, Poe and the child in the middle of it all.

"Woah, settle down, buddy." The pilot held Grogu in his lap, tiny hands holding onto the index fingers of his own. They both stared in awe at the toys spinning lazily around them. BB-8 beeped shrilly, to which Poe's attention snapped up to meet the mandalorian's visor.

"What are you doing?" The Mand'alor walked into the room, snatching the child out of Poe's lap. Grogu became fussy, crying out as the toys clattered to the floor.
"You said you didn't have the force." The taller of the two growled out, an accusing tone evident in his voice.

"I don't." Poe glared, staying seated on the floor as he indignantly looked up at the other. "You think I know what the hell I'm doing? We were just having fun."

"Why isn't he with the armorer?" The mandalorian demanded, speaking over the child's quiet crying.

"Iva said she was held up." Poe huffed out, looking at BB-8 as the droid tried not to run over the copious amount of toys scattered around the floor.

"Iva," The Mand'alor murmured. Poe could barely catch what he had said.

"What, you jealous?" Poe tilted his head, his gaze burning holes into the king's helmet. The pilot immediately stood, knocking the other man's shoulder as he pushed past him.

"Din,"

Poe stopped, turning around to stare the mandalorian's back. He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing as he leaned on the threshold that led into the room. "What?"

"My name." The Mand'alor turned to face Poe.

Poe's eyes didn't meet the man's visor, instead deciding to stare at the x-wing lying lifeless on the floor. It was disturbingly quiet, he realized. When had the child stopped crying?

"Din Djarin."

Poe didn't say anything back. All of the witty replies he was known for back on base had left his mind completely. He merely met the man's visor, his feelings uncertain.

Din didn't wait long for a response, moving the child to rest on his other hip.
"It's late." The Mand'alor spoke softly, leaving, presumably to put Grogu to bed.

Poe stood there for what felt like merely seconds, mulling over the name in his mind. His lips silently saying the name over and over again.

He must have been there for a rather long time in reality. Enough for the mandalorian to seek him out, moving to stand a few feet away.

"You need rest."

Poe noticed that the man always spoke in short and concise sentences. He never resorted to fillers when conversing, only saying what was necessary.

"I'll take the couch this time." The pilot said quietly, looking over his shoulder at the Mand'alor. Well, Din. It was going to take some time to address the man properly in his mind, Poe thought.

"We—" Din began to protest.

"I don't want you uncomfortable in your own home. You need a minute without your helmet, I'm guessing." Poe explained, grabbing a blanket that lay on the back of the couch.

Not another word was shared between the two as Din quietly turned to leave.