He hadn't gotten to the bandages there yet, but Finn still wraps a gentle arm around Poe's stomach, leaning in to rest his chin against the other man's shoulder. Poe was cute as a kid, but Finn would be willing to put down credits he'd caused just as much trouble. Still, despite the affection for the man it wasn't the little Poe he was focused on. It was his mom. A quiet, common moment in a soldier's life, he was sure. But incredible for him to watch.

"Look at that."