Finn had worked long and hard but he hadn't focused on a moment of it. Their Rey was about to leave them again. He tried to be more upbeat, tried to save his grief for after she was already gone, but it seemed to be welling up early.

He knew that she was preparing and that it was important, so after he was done with his duties, Finn took a seat near her door and waited patiently.

When she came into the room, it was like life itself and walked in. Finn relaxed and smiled up at her, trying not to dwell on the fact that she'd soon be gone. She was here now so what did the future matter?

"Hello, love," he said with a soft smile, unfolding himself and rising from his seat to hold her hand and press kisses to her arm. "You look lovely." She always did. He hoped his repetition didn't dull the compliment over time.