Poe woke to the sound of crying. Hux was no longer curled around him and the sound was coming from him. Poe rolled over to face him, brows drawing together in concern. There was enough illumination filtering in from where they'd left the bathroom light on that he could see Hux's face. There were no tears, but the shaky way he was breathing, interspersed with pained-sounding whimpers, could be nothing else.
"Hey, Hugs." Poe touched the man's shoulder.
Hux woke with a gasp and a frightened noise. He yanked his hands together in front of him. A moment later, Poe heard a small sound that made his stomach drop. Hux had pulled that knife.
"No! Whoa, whoa, baby!" Poe pressed a little on Hux's shoulder, but there was nothing he could do. Even with his lightning reflexes, his hand would not be fast enough to stop Hux from gutting him. The point of the knife had to be no more than a hand's width from his unprotected belly. Poe knew that grabbing blindly between them was a sure way to get stabbed – in the hand at the least, but more importantly it might be the cause of Hux feeling he had to act to defend himself.
"Snoke?" Hux bared white teeth at him, his upper lip quivering. His eyes darted around the room, but more importantly, his arm did not move. Neither did Poe.
"He's dead." Poe saw the snarl fade from Hux's face. "Hugs. Baby?" Poe said hopefully when nothing else happened.
"Don't call me that!"
Poe's head bobbed up and down, belatedly remembering 'Baby' was not on the list of approved nicknames.
Hux heaved out a breath, blinked a few times, then angrily shoved up the sleeve on his pajamas to expose his forearm. Both his hands were empty, Poe saw with relief. Quickly and efficiently, Hux stripped off the scabbard, retrieved the knife from the mattress, and slid it home. Then he threw the entire thing across the room. "I will not wear that again while we're together. Sleeping together. That was … no."
Hux apprehensively petted Poe's shoulder and side. Poe slid forward and embraced him. "It's okay. It's okay," he soothed. "It was just a dream."
"I almost stabbed you," Hux said, folding his arms around Poe. "That part wasn't a dream."
"No," Poe admitted. "But you're immediately doing something to fix it, so that makes everything okay. I know how much that knife means to you."
Hux's response was immediate and firm. "You mean more."
Poe nodded shallowly and gave Hux a squeeze.