[ Is this it? Is this what they're going to be? Two people in some kind of broken orbit, telling each other they don't care and then not being able to stop themselves.

Poe rests a hand on John's shoulder, exhaling quietly. ]

You can sleep in my bed. Me'n Finn still mostly sleep in the living room. First you need more water. Maybe some actual food. Something mild. When's the last time you ate?