Finn had stayed back, allowing Poe to explore their home as much as wished without being suffocated. Yet, Finn didn't stay far either. He wanted to be there if any questions came up.

For now, he stood ouside the doorway, leaning against the wall and frowning up at the models. "They're what the people here are familiar with, the kind you flew in the military."

But Finn knew Poe wasn't talking about the planes. It was his memories that were the problem.

Finn couldn't help with that. "There are some movies you liked that had a lot of these fighters in them. You could start over with all of that or just do something else." His voice got steadily quieter until he just stopped again. There was nothing he could offer him, not really.