[ He only half-hears what she's saying. It's a little like with Finn, in the hospital--the sound of a familiar voice grounding him more than anything else. Poe closes his eyes, letting her voice wash through him, fill every dark place with something that's only ever been a part of his light.

It takes a few second of silence for him to realize she asked him a question. ] Mmm? Oh. Yeah, yeah we did, we do, on the Holonet, we have... [ A tiny gesture. ] All of that. Sitcoms, dramas, news. Even those television trial shows, like the one here in the morning sometimes--Judge Judy. Never understood the appeal of those.

[ His back twinges, a phantom pain. Poe shifts to try and get more comfortable.

Hesitation, then: ] Can you... Do you mind just talking? It doesn't have to be about anything important. It doesn't have to be about anything.