She'd kissed him. It wasn't Finn that had told him. And it wasn't Rose. Of all people, it was Rey that relayed that piece of gossip to him, a week after the fact, and Poe felt his blood boil. Things had felt weird since Crait. Sure, he'd been a little too busy to really focus his efforts on making Finn his, but he was still working on it. He had a claim. He'd found him first.

And yet Rose just sauntered in and tried to take it from him.

He stewed on it, his mood souring, for almost two days. The nature of their lives right now meant that they didn't get any time alone, and this conversation was not one for prying ears.

But eventually he finally gets a far away mission, and he gets a little ship - just enough room for him and one other person. He chooses Finn so fast that General Organa raises her eyebrows at him.

Still, he's silent for the first several hours of the trip, stewing darkly. It's not until they've been in hyperspace for a little while that he finally turns and says: "What the hell is going on with you and Rose?"

Woops. Little aggressive there, Poe.