The demand had been a simple one, really. His helmet, his underwear and his boots. Okay, so maybe he'd been drinking a little, like Finn had asked originally, but it wasn't like he was drunk. Just drunk enough to make getting his helmet back a bit of a chore. In the end, he'd conned Jess into grabbing it for him while did his best to tidy up his quarters and if Jess had anything to say about the lube sitting next to his bunk, or the small box by it, she didn't say a word. In truth, she was pleased to see Poe jumping at the chance to be affectionate with someone. Sure, he was affectionate with damn near everyone, but she knew it was different with him and Finn.

Once Jessika had left after teasing him about not being able to walk the next day, he settled in to wait as he'd been told to, helmet perched atop his mussed hair. He wasn't a patient person by nature and now was no different. In the end, he settled in a chair by his desk, a holo in hand as he poured over a report from their earlier patrol flight. Even when he was off, he was often found working. If chided about it, he'd just claim it was a character flaw and laugh it off.