It was actually good to know that it hadn't felt like a year to Poe. He still remembered what life was really like, at least. It would help him come back to it.

But anyway, Finn's smile stayed. This was his escape, wasn't it? He hoped it could be the same for Poe.

The front door opened into the living with the adjoining kitchen tucked to the side. Bookshelves, television, all of the typical things that Finn pointed out with a soft, happy smile. He led Poe down the hall, pointing out the bathroom, his room, and- "This one's yours."

The second bedroom had been nothing prior to this. He considered putting workout equipment in it but couldn't afford it. Then maybe a place for storage but he didn't have enough items to store. Now it had a bed on one side, couch to the other, closet and dresser and desk with a window looking out to the kept but untouched backyard- "Any other furniture you want, we can get. Or we can move some things out of here, move stuff around, paint the walls-" Finn shrugged. "It's yours to do what you want. What do you think?"

It wasn't much but it was something, at least.