They were going to be glued together in a not really pleasant way in an hour or so, but Finn's not going to mention it. They'd already had the shower and all, and his head was too full of the next mission to bother with the flaw in that logic.

As Poe snuggled in, his hand slid lower to move in a soft line between his shoulder blades, more than content to be the pillow for the night. Less movement would probably be for the best, anyway.

"How 'about, ah, until war ends? After Starkiller, seems way further away than stars getting put out."