It was more free time than he'd ever had put together, probably more than he technically had now. But the rebellion would probably be forgiving if he didn't do more unasked for maintenance on the weapons for a day.

Not that he would know what to do with forty eight hours. The the immediately on mind was, statistically, unlikely to last over an hour even if they went slow. Then again, probably not the time for numbers. That fact sinking in was enough to make him blush again, catching himself getting too caught up in the future to properly deal with the future. Bad habit. It wouldn't happen again for the night.

Still sitting more or less on Poe's thighs, Finn's hands lowered back down to the edge of the towel and he gave a questioning look. Time to figure out this all statement.