The damaged remains of the Resistance pile onto the Millennium Falcon and flee the planet Crait after a devastating showdown against the First Order. The weak militia celebrate survival, but only briefly, as they slowly sink into solemn grief of the many losses of their comrades. Commander Poe tumbles in guilt and quiet emotional turmoil as he faces his insecurity and the loss of his squadron. Finn waits by the bedside of a serenely resting Rose in a makeshift infirmary, but he is in no way serene himself. They find comfort in one another. ~~~ just a long ass oneshot with sad softies and first loves. or, the fic in which Poe Dameron needs a fucking hug