Poe's smile was soft, and warm, and he didn't even question the arms - shifting himself so he could slide up Finn's body and into them, wrapping his own around Finn's torso as he buried his face against Finn's throat.

Later, it would plague him - that moment of peace. He wouldn't understand where it had come from or what had caused it or why he'd been so happy.

He'd chalk it up to the sex.

But for now he was just blissfully hazy, lost in Finn's arms. He leaned his weight into the other man, exhaustion suddenly dragging his eyeslids closed. He could fall asleep here, and he knew it would be dark and dreamless and better than any he'd ever known.