Finn tilted his head back a little to better study Poe as he took a sip of the tea. He'd made it way stronger than Kes did, he'd have to work on it. Maybe ask the man to send some to the station. But he was letting the Rey sleeping situation go, for his own sanity if nothing else.

Finn had always been more or less openly in the Resistance for Poe and Rey, the opinions of everyone else entirely immaterial. Poe, on the other hand, had a life there, one he'd built over time and with troops to lead. The gossip mill was going to care far more about Finn going to Poe's room than Finn himself.

"Sure you're ready to make...things, ah, official?"