He shook his head. "I can do this." His voice wavered again, hot tears trailing down his face. He couldn't do this. There was nothing he could do. Except there had to be. There had to be a way to save him, and he just couldn't fucking see it.

"Just- I need to think." His hand did grab Poe's, holding on tight for comfort and to make sure he stopped moving around. "I need to think. I need to- Fuck."

Okay, okay. He couldn't move the dash, so he couldn't move Poe. Can't leave, so can't call for help. Maybe he could haul the whole ship? Maybe he- No, no, it would tear apart and never survive getting through atmo, much less off the ground. That was stupid--