it was dark on ajan kloss now, the sun had disappeared behind the trees, the chatter dying down with it. the base was quiet now, only the gentle hum of the occasional group of people talking.

it had been peaceful for a long while, which was surprising to everyone, including poe. he would use this free time to visit you, often blaming it on bb-8 needing fixed or something else stupid.

so here he was, standing in the door of the medical wing, bb-8 by his side. "hey, how's it goin' doc?" he tried to nonchalantly lean against the doorway and cross his arms, but was too far away so he sort or stumbled instead.