The way that Finn answered him, neither he nor Rey acknowledging that they were holding hands, helped to settle that moment of turmoil Poe felt inside. If there was something they needed to explain, they would be explaining it now, wouldn't they? Still, he couldn't stop himself from glancing at their hands again as he walked over.

Whatever the reason was, he wished he'd been in that moment with that opportunity to hold hands with them too.

"Do you think we'd still be flying straight if I let Threepio pilot this ship?" He held his hand out flat in front of his chest to represent the Falcon, then tipped it sharply to the side. "We'd be wrecked on the nearest moon by now."

He sat down beside Finn, that hand coming down to tap the other man on the thigh heartily a couple of times before crossing his arms and propping his heels up on a nearby stool. He lifted his chin towards the holovid. "What are we watching?"