Replies could wait until Poe was settled into his seat of choice. Chair pulled out for him, pushed in as he sat, hand lingering on his shoulder a few moments too long, the whole package.

Finn wasn't hesitant with the affection in front of Kes now and continued to miss the emphasis on the word friend. He was Poe's friend, and Poe his. A friend he kissed and sucked and fought for and would burn cities down for.

You know. Friendship.

"I was just telling Poe about our plan of you two showing me the hanger later."