Like Poe, he caught that cut off, but didn't comment on it, turning to look at the paused simulation instead. Or rather to gaze in that direction. He was too busy feeling this new awkwardness settle between them like a punch to the gut to really see anything. Stupid. Apparently he should have taken up some cantina girl on her offer and just figured out this being human between the sheets thing before jumping into bed with one of the two most important people in his life. If he ever wrote a guide for integrating defecting stromtroops into normal society, he'd be sure to make a note.

He gave Poe's arm one last pat without looking at him, then took a step away.

"You're not the only one that likes being the best. I've got a few spare training blasters laying around. Help me grab 'em and we can work on finding you real food, huh?"