There was nothing out there. Just clear dark void. Poe loved every part of flying; the excitement of being in a dogfight, the camaraderie of leading a squadron, the rush of dashing head first into a mission, or letting off steam on a joy-flight. But this view? It was the best view in the galaxy. So much potential.

Poe wasn't alone, though, and it was different to face this now than it usually felt when it was just him in a fighter. It made him itch to want to share it, or share whatever Finn and Rey were doing.

Shifting forwards in the seat, he switched the controls over to autopilot. The ship's hum dropped in pitch in a way the other two probably wouldn't even notice. He ran his gaze over the dashboard one more time and then got up.

"Hey..." Palm against the top of the doorway to the main galley, Poe leaned in to the room. He was trying to be cool and casual, but he overstretched, going onto his toes a fraction of a second before letting go of the doorframe and walking in.

Straight away, his eyes fell on Rey's hand on Finn's. His own expression widened. His stomach twisted a little. "Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something..?"