Finn smiled his approval rather than saying anything, just happy to see Poe looking somewhat genuinely happy. When he sat on his bed, though, the smile faded. Finn didn't join him, but he tossed the bag on the desk and leaned against the doorframe instead.

"They aren't telling me everything." Clearly. Finn wasn't exactly Poe's family. Plus, considering where he was from, he wasn't entirely trusted either. "What they did tell me is that they think you'll be more comfortable off base with someone you know. Or, at least, with a familiar face." Could they really claim to know each other? Finn couldn't really deny his connection, but- Never mind, not the point. "They think your memories might come more naturally if you aren't under pressure, let you deal with whatever happened a little easier."

He kind of assumed Poe had been told at least that much. "I know it's basically treating you with kid gloves, but at least the prodding's stopped, right?"