[ Poe sprawls out on the couch behind Finn, looking out the nearest window at the paradise of stars beyond it.
He feels strangely calm. Maybe it's this place. Maybe it's the sense that they're safe here, that everyone else is safe, too. (In the distance outside, the Raddus passes slowly, followed by a transports like tiny ducklings.)
Maybe it's the comfortably domestic sight of Finn trying to read directions and put together what looks like a piece of furniture that takes entirely too much effort.
Poe rolls over and picks up one of the pieces, turning it over in his hands. ]
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He feels strangely calm. Maybe it's this place. Maybe it's the sense that they're safe here, that everyone else is safe, too. (In the distance outside, the Raddus passes slowly, followed by a transports like tiny ducklings.)
Maybe it's the comfortably domestic sight of Finn trying to read directions and put together what looks like a piece of furniture that takes entirely too much effort.
Poe rolls over and picks up one of the pieces, turning it over in his hands. ]
What's this even supposed to be?