[ At least they're all about on the same chill level. Which is to say, none or almost none. Finn feels oddly settled about this, for his part. The canisters raked in some good things, plenty of bad, often so muddled up with each other that it hardly makes a difference-- this is, at least, one undeniably good thing that they can do with it. ]
Hey.
[ He follows Poe across the threshold, not into the hug. He hovers in close to it, unthinking, reaches out to give each of them an idle squeeze on the shoulder in turn while he clocks the room. There's not much to clock in terms of layout, honestly. They're all built kind of the same way in this building. He's more than familiar with that. ]
Glad you could have us.
[ The effort it takes not to barrel forward with this is no small matter. Finn may not have much point of comparison for this, how it might feel for the both of them, but what he has is enough to keep the impulse in check.
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Hey.
[ He follows Poe across the threshold, not into the hug. He hovers in close to it, unthinking, reaches out to give each of them an idle squeeze on the shoulder in turn while he clocks the room. There's not much to clock in terms of layout, honestly. They're all built kind of the same way in this building. He's more than familiar with that. ]
Glad you could have us.
[ The effort it takes not to barrel forward with this is no small matter. Finn may not have much point of comparison for this, how it might feel for the both of them, but what he has is enough to keep the impulse in check.
There's plenty of time. ]