"Me? I've got BB-8. I know I'm good," he said, smiling, and not saying fully what he was thinking. "But a lot of us carry objects, you know. Jewellery. Something that was with you that one time that you were definitely about to die and then managed not to, so now you bring it everywhere." He grinned, leaning in to press his face into Finn's throat, nipping at it.

"Huh. I guess I do have something like that..."