Months later …

"I have the channel up," Poe called as the holographic scene stabilized in the living room of their tiny apartment on Arkanis.

"Is it playing already?" Hux sounded concerned and irritated as he puttered around the kitchenette, tending to the hissing tea kettle.

"No, I have it on pause until you're in here, babe. I know you want to see this as much as I do. Looks like we missed all the lead-up. They're just starting the main ceremony." Or maybe they'd already started. Poe didn't know what a royal Naboo wedding entailed, much less what changes might have been made to it by those involved, neither of whom had been born or raised there, and the nobility of one of which was still in debate. Maybe he'd catch all that when they played back the parts they'd missed. (Though Poe wouldn't mind skipping the debate, Hux would want to see it. He was really into that sort of stuff.)

He leaned forward on the projection table that doubled as a workspace and eating area, studying the tiny figures in elaborate outfits. He tinkered with the settings to sharpen the image. Hux came in and placed a cup of steaming amber tea in front of him. He settled in next to Poe with his own cup.

"See anyone you recognize?" Hux asked.

"Yeah. That's Finn." Poe pointed him out. "And next to him, that shorter woman was in the Resistance. Penny? No. Wait, Paige! Paige Tico. No, Paige died. That's Paige's sister. Now what was her sister's name? She went to Canto Bight …" It had been months since he'd had contact with them and so many things had happened in the meantime. Among others, this wedding had been as much a surprise to Poe as it had been to the rest of the galaxy. He supposed there had been months of planning and talks, but he hadn't been in the loop for it.

Hux asked, "Was she the one who infiltrated the Supremacy with him?"

"Yeah! That was her." Poe turned to him. "What was her name?"

"I don't recall. I'm sure it was mentioned to me, but that was a very busy day."

"Wait, I got it! Rose. That was it." He turned back to the scene, gesturing at her.

"Hm," Hux hummed approvingly as he sipped his tea. "Sounds familiar."

Poe nodded. "There's Chewbacca and um, Wragnawl? I might not be pronouncing that right. He's the delegate from Kashyyyk. It's hard to make out the rest. The image resolution isn't great and most of them are in … costumes." The Wookiees were an exception, which had made them easy to pick out. "Do you recognize anyone?"

"There's General Organa, of course," Hux said, indicating which one he meant. Poe nodded. He'd recognized her right away and hadn't thought to mention it. "And then some of the High Command. I could make educated guesses about the others, but as you say, the resolution is poor. Is there a guest list in the data stream?"

Poe checked the associated data channels. "Yeah."

He started to pull it up, but Hux waved it away. "Let's just watch it. We can read that later. This might be the most important political event in our lifetime. I thought it would be a battle, not a wedding."

Poe switched back to the holo-feed and hit play, leaning back with one arm around his husband and the other balancing the cup of tea. He blew on it and sipped. Hux had sweetened it to the way Poe liked it. He took a moment to say, "Thank you. Perfect as always." Hux preened. Poe's other hand stroked the man's back in appreciation and fondness.

They watched the drama and pageantry unfold as Supreme Leader Kylo Ren of the First Order was wedded to Rey, the 'Last Jedi' (or so she was called in the hushed narration). After the vows had been exchanged and the initial round of celebration was drowning everything else out, Hux turned to Poe. "Did you know her?"

He shrugged. "A little. We were on the Millennium Falcon together on the way off Crait. She was quiet. Kept to herself. I tried to talk to her about how we'd both been through Kylo Ren's torture, but she didn't have much to say. I'm beginning to think her experience might have been a bit different than mine." He said that last sourly. He still had nightmares. They both did, about different things, but they were there for one another and that made it easier to bear.

Hux sipped his tea with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you know anything about that?" Poe asked.

"I know he was smitten by her before he ever met her. He throttled one of my officers just for mentioning her."

"He killed a guy for mentioning her? Jealous?" Or psychotic.

"No, he- The officer survived. And the officer had not met her, so I don't think it was jealousy. I think it was some sort of desperation instead. Ren risked everything to find her. I think he was looking for someone to be his partner in the Force."

Poe grunted. "Doesn't seem like a good enough reason to choke someone."

"No, but this is." Hux gestured at the scene. People were parading out of the wedding grounds, moving to different reception areas and other entertainments. Various close-ups and camera angles flashed by. "This is all political – the end of the Resistance, end of the war, beginning of a new government, re-establishment of the senate, and so on. If I had any wish for them, it is that I hope they come to love one another. It's not impossible, no matter how opposite they might seem."

Poe stroked Hux's back again, admiring the man's profile and the golden feathering of his hair. "No. It's not impossible."