"Well that is easily fixed, if a bit of a shame," Poe said, smiling at him, not at all as honestly as Finn is, but it's a practiced smile. It's the smile he learned as an eight year old, and has been tried and true ever since.

Cheer up, nothing is wrong, we're all fine and no one needs to be sad.

It had always been a lie but the lie was more important than anything else. It was the only way to keep his father moving - to keep himself moving - and it worked as well then as it did now.

He peeled out from under Finn with an easy stride, grabbing Finn's pants and tossing them at him. "As much as I think the entire base would be all too happy to get a good glimpse of our backsides."