While Finn's hug was firm, Rey's hug was tight, as though she was afraid of letting go. She felt safe in his arms, felt peace....and comfort? She felt a rush of warmth, electricity and something she couldn't describe. Something that slipped into her heart and locked on. Something that made her reluctant to let go.

If...she didn't have her mother's love, she could make peace with that. She could continue living, but if Finn wasn't around. If she could not see him, or hold him, it would be the death of her. She shouldn't have such strong feelings for him, but they were taking root, and gods, she wished she could have a sliver of what Poe had with Finn.

To feel so cherished--loved by him...by them.

It was enough to make her heart ache and cause tears to form in the corners of her eyes. She took in a deep breath and pressed her face in the crook of his neck, willing herself to not cry.