Without Poe's hand, Finn somehow felt even colder than before. He took his own away, and held BB-8 a little closer, not even trying to make it not look like a hug. His eyes trailed away to watch the horizon again, the trees passing by beneath them.

He didn't want to give up on trying to talk, though. "You built your own place." Poe had roots here, settled. Finn felt like an intruder. "That's pretty cool. What makes it a base?"