"Marry me, Dameron," he deadpanned, but after he was presented with the gloves, wrapped and oddly personal, he dropped the snark, a genuine smile crossing his face for a moment. "...thanks. For the booze an' for this and for coming over. This place gets a little big and empty, sometimes, since Manabu... 'left'."

He wasn't sure what the correct phrasing for being Ported out was. But he reached over and squeezed Poe on the shoulder in an attempt at conveying his thanks regardless. "I'm glad you're here. Wanna drink and snark bad TV with me? There's half a cake in it for you if you say yes."