It was after nightfall, this time, when Rey reached the region of Yavin 4 where Poe's village was located. She was grateful for her ability to lean on the Force to guide her over trees and around ruins until she arrived at the same clearing where she and Luke landed on their first visit, because she was hungry, and exhausted, and had only made this flight once.

She had no guess for how late it was, or whether anyone had heard her arrival as she passed over the village, because the houses seemed to mostly be dark. When she climbed out of her fighter and began her trek, there was no group to greet her. In the darkness, she had to use Leia's saber to light her way through the trees.

Rey was still on the outskirts of the village when she heard faint footsteps coming from the direction of the Dameron farm. Her pace quickened as the sound grew nearer, and she felt relief course through her blood when Kes came into view.

"Goodness, Rey!" He was dressed for bed, in a sleep tunic and sleep pants and a simple pair of slippers on his feet that suggested he'd rushed out of the house in the first thing he could find. "I heard a ship pass overhead and I thought…" He'd hoped it might be Poe, and while he was pleased to see her, she felt the shame hit him for allowing himself to hope. But as she switched off her saber, he pulled her close, and she felt the way that they both fell into the embrace, as well. "Should I have known that you would be here? Is anyone else coming?"

Again: she knew who he was hoping for. "No, I…" Her voice shook, and even though she paused in an attempt to calm herself, it wasn't enough. "I just escaped the First Order. Do you have any way to reach the Resistance?"

"My dear girl," Kes breathed. He pulled back and settled his hand on her cheek gently; the sadness and concern in his eyes might have broken her if she weren't already worn down to what felt like nothing. He began to lead her back toward his house, and Rey allowed him to guide her gladly. "Let's get you some food and rest. I don't know how to get in touch with them directly, so it might take a few days, but yes, I can get you back to them."

She'd worried that that would be the case. And even those few days stretched before her like an eternity when it had already been so kriffing long.

But on the flight to Yavin, another possibility had occurred to her. "I do think there's something else I can try."

When Leia entered the dining room with the news, Poe, Rose, and Black Squadron sat huddled around the dining room table, in the middle of a meeting about the most updated count of ships and pilots that they could expect in their confrontation against the First Order.

"Snoke is dead."

The room fell silent at once as they looked between Leia and each other. When she had left the meeting for her daily check-in with the First Order spy, they had not anticipated much news now that Snoke's plan was set in motion. When the risk of contacting Leia at all was so great, Poe was half-expecting the spy to skip the scheduled call entirely so as not to raise unnecessary suspicion. But this…

"What do you mean he's dead?" he asked.

Leia grimaced and shook her head. "Our spy didn't know much more than that. Snoke is dead. General Hux and Captain Phasma have assumed shared control over the First Order. It's unclear what happened to my son."

Again, silence. Poe stared at Leia, appraising her expression. He couldn't shake the sense that she knew more than she was letting on, although he wasn't sure why she would be concealing it. He tried to search the Force for an inkling, and while it made him even more certain that he was on the right track… She remained inscrutable.

Rose spoke up next, startling Poe from his thoughts. "How is that going to affect the First Order's plan of attack? Have we done all of this prep for nothing?"

"It's unclear at this point. It sounds as though no one is outright challenging Hux and Phasma's authority, but their grip on the First Order is still tenuous at best. At this point, we should assume that even if they don't follow Snoke's plan of attack, they're going to want to find a very public means of asserting power. Once word of Snoke's death spreads – which I plan to help along – a lot of people across the galaxy will begin to question whether there are cracks in the First Order's armor. It should frighten Hux and Phasma into making mistakes."

"So what does that mean for us?"

For a few long moments, Leia hesitated. "For now? Take a few hours. I don't think we'll have to start over from scratch here, but we don't know enough for this meeting to be productive."

Poe was on his feet faster than anyone, rushing around the table to her and saying, "General—"

"Yes, Poe, c'mon."

Well. He supposed he was a little bit predictable.

Leia led him out of the apartment that was serving as their temporary base, through the churning crowd – it wasn't even a shift change, but the crowds on the Kuat shipyards were always churning, which helped them to maintain their anonymity – to the nearby docking bay, where the Falcon sat waiting for them.

They reached the main hold, and Leia gestured for him to sit down at the table, but he told her, "I'm not really sure I can sit right now, General." If it hadn't been clear that she was holding onto more information before, it sure as hell was now, and he was kriffing antsy about it. What did she know that she didn't want to share with him in front of everyone else? He refused to imagine-

"Suit yourself, Dameron." Leia grimaced when he simply leaned against the wall beside the table. Meanwhile, she felt no qualms about sitting down, and she dropped into the seat with a sigh. "I want you to know that this is just a rumor. I really don't think I can emphasize enough that everything in the First Order is incredibly scattered right now."

He couldn't care less. "Tell me."

She gave him a look – fine, maybe his tone wasn't exactly appropriate for a commander to use with his superior – but she didn't address his attitude aloud, probably because she understood exactly where he was coming from. "It seems that the story circulating amongst the First Order is that Snoke was killed by the Jedi who were being held captive."

"Oh," Poe breathed. Suddenly he wished he was sitting down. Maybe that's why Leia had told him to sit. He slid down the wall until he landed haphazardly in the booth.

"It also seems that one of those Jedi escaped with the aid of my son."

Poe furrowed his brow and said, more bewildered this time, "Oh."

Leia hummed in agreement. "Which means that, for the time being, I believe we should be operating under the assumption that Rey successfully got away."

Somehow, that was not the thing that startled Poe the most, although he didn't point this out to Leia. Rey had escaped with Kylo Ren's help? He found himself once again puzzling over all of the things that they didn't yet know or understand about what had transpired since Luke lost contact with them on Ossus.

But while he was truly baffled by the news about Kylo, it didn't cling to him for long. Not at the thought that Rey was…

"Where would she have even gone?" Poe asked softly.

"I suspect you might be able to figure it out."

He appraised Leia's expression—her kind, encouraging eyes, the gentlest smile, and lurking beneath it all, the simmering sentiment that, I know you can do this. "I haven't even been able to sense whether she was alive. What makes you think that I'll be able to figure out where she is?"

"Just a guess." Her eyes shone with affection. "Stay here a while and meditate, Commander. You know what Rey's presence in the Force feels like. Reach out for it, and I think you'll be surprised by what might come to you."

Poe didn't argue, so Leia took that as enough of an agreement that she rose to her feet. Before she made to leave, she hesitated over Poe and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Trust the Force, Poe."

He didn't do anything at first when she left. He glanced down at BB-8 and muttered, "Do you think I can do this?"

The droid chirped its enthusiasm.

Well, BB thought that Poe could manage most things, so its confidence wasn't quite as inspiring as Poe had hoped for. But it did give him enough presence of mind to realize that there, in the middle of the main hold, might not be the most meaningful place to try to reach out to Rey again. Even though it seemed more than a little foolish to think that it would help, Poe wound his way through the corridor to the cockpit. He sat down on the floor, closed his eyes, and tried to lean into the feeling of Rey in this space.

To be sure, the feeling of Rey lingered all over the Millennium Falcon. But when he thought of her on that ship, he thought of her there—piloting the ship at his side and beaming with delight as they maneuvered the Falcon as one.

He closed his eyes and sat up quite straight, taking in slow, deep breaths.

It astonished him, how easily he now turned himself over to the Force. The first time Rey had shown him how to meditate, it felt like it took an eternity, not least of which because a very pretty girl was talking him through it. But the better part of a year had passed; he'd had a lot of practice since. Perhaps it wasn't as effortless for him as for Rey, but save for flying, not much was, as far as he could tell.

Gradually, he sank into it.

Poe felt and sensed and saw Kuat—the shipyard and the surface below, warm and pristine. He felt the entire Kuat system, the Kuat sector beyond, and stretching further and further, in a kaleidoscopic refraction of barely-there glimpses.

Come home, Flyboy.

The words didn't hit him as words, really, but he knew them intimately. Knew them well enough to feel their pull and race toward them with the utmost haste.

"Oh," Poe said at last. Surprise saturated his voice.

He couldn't see her, couldn't hear her. He couldn't even speak, not in a way that he thought she would hear. But he knew, undoubtedly, that he could see and hear her, that she could hear him. She was there, right there, filling him until he swallowed and felt with absolute certainty that she was swallowing, that their hearts pounded as one.

Why was she crying?

No, Poe was crying. He was crying because she wasn't dead, she wasn't kriffing dead, and he hadn't really let himself believe it until that moment. He was crying until he felt like he needed to gasp for air and even as he gasped, he felt Rey stilling him, calming him.

She always calmed him.

And again, there it was: Come home. Words that were not words, not thoughts. A glimpse of ruins, of a tree. A perfect tree. His favorite tree. He saw nothing but knew it perfectly.

Rey knew that he knew it. Oh, he could kiss her, she was so good.

Poe's eyes popped open. He wiped his eyes, gave BB-8 a breathless hug, and clambered to his feet. On some level, he knew that he should go back to the apartment and get a co-pilot, any co-pilot. Chewie or Finn or any of Black Squadron, really. Hell, he trusted Leia or Rose to help him get the ship off the ground if they needed to.

Even waiting that long seemed unbearable now that he knew precisely where he needed to go. So he sat down in the pilot's seat instead and booted up the ship.

Poe saw Yavin Prime for the first time in over a decade, and he thought for a moment that he was going to start crying again. He'd been doing it on and off for the entire flight, as it kept hitting him anew that he was going home. He was going home to get Rey.

"Remember this place, buddy?" he asked BB-8 as they pulled out of hyperspace.

BB told Poe nothing that he didn't already know—that they'd gotten into quite a lot of reckless mischief together on Yavin 4. Or, as the droid more matter-of-factly put it, Poe had gotten into a lot of reckless mischief, and BB-8 had had little choice but to go along.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny." Poe rolled his eyes and swatted playfully at BB-8's head. "But I've grown out of that." It occurred to him, even as he said it, how reckless it was to try to pilot the Falcon all alone so that he could get to Yavin a little bit sooner. (Leia had been less than thrilled, but, given that he was already booting up the hyperdrive when he told her, there wasn't much that she could do. "This is what I get for bringing you to the Falcon for privacy." So instead, she bade him farewell with a gentle, "I knew you could do this," and a, "May the Force be with you.")

"Mostly," he allowed, before BB even had time to argue. "I've mostly grown out of it."

It was not Poe's most elegant landing. But it was hardly the worst that the Millennium Falcon had been put through.

He was out of the cockpit and down the ramp in what felt like an instant, BB-8 racing after him. The sight of the fighter a ways away was breathtaking—it was not that Poe had doubted his sense of Rey, which had only grown stronger since they came out of hyperspace, but it was something different to receive true confirmation that a Resistance fighter had made it to Yavin.

The Falcon had inevitably drawn a fair bit of attention; it looked to be about midday, so many of the villagers were out working their farms and saw the ship fly overhead. Some of them had come running and reached the clearing as he was leaving it, and Poe's breath caught as he recognized faces—as they recognized him. Childhood friends all grown up, surrogate aunts and uncles who were now graying and wrinkled. So, so many smiles and eager exclamations of, "Poe!" and, "Welcome home!"

"Hi," he said, gently resting his hands on a few arms and shoulders as he passed by them. He tried not to sound dismissive, but he knew that he wasn't really succeeding. "It's… it's wonderful to see you all, but I… my dad," he concluded helplessly, more than a little breathless.

One voice said, "Of course," while another told him, "He's at home with the Jedi."

Poe rushed past them, racing down the road on auto-pilot. Around corners that he'd sprinted around too-fast too many times, nearly tripping over a sintaril that was creeping back into the treeline after foraging in a garden. He peeled through the gate and—

Kes stood in the open entranceway of the house, and Poe froze a few meters away at the sight of him. Neither of them spoke for some moments; Poe bit the inside of his cheek, furrowed his eyebrows, tried to even out his shaky breaths. In his haste to reach Rey, he hadn't fully processed what this would feel like. Since he left home, this exact moment had hung over him as an intimidating specter. A specter of, Will he hate me? and Will he even want me there? Sure, after Rey's visit, she'd told him… But Poe had wondered anyway.

The answer was written all over Kes's face.

No, of course he didn't hate Poe. Of course he wanted him there.

"Dad," he whispered.

"If I'd known that stranding Rey here would be the way to get you back home, I might have sabotaged those fighters when she and Skywalker came to visit."

Poe's reaction was halfway between a laugh and a sob when he rushed into his father's arms. Kes cradled the back of Poe's head in his hand as Poe squeezed him tight, squeezed his eyes shut tight.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he whispered. "I'm such an idiot."

Kes chuckled in his ear, and Poe realized abruptly that he felt a few scattered tears landing on his neck. "Only sometimes." He loosened his hold on Poe, but when they pulled back from each other, Kes kept a hand on Poe's arm. "Falling for that Jedi might be the smartest thing you've ever done."

"It absolutely was," Poe agreed, his tone warm. Affectionate. Despite himself, he peered around Kes's shoulder. "Is she—"

"She's been asleep since she was certain that you knew where she was. Which you will be explaining to me later; Rey was too exhausted to tell me much of anything." When Poe didn't react right away, Kes squinted at him and swatted his chest. "Upstairs, go on. I'll keep my favorite droid company."

Poe bit the inside of his cheek again and nodded.

When he reached the doorway of his old bedroom, Poe stopped for a moment and stared. It took him aback to realize that Kes had left it completely untouched, down to the clutter on his desk. His holobooks were still arranged perfectly on their shelf, his old guitar sat in a corner, no doubt abysmally out of tune. The only difference to it all was Rey, curled up beneath his blankets and sound asleep.

Maybe he was dreaming as he took unsteady steps toward her. As he knelt down beside the bed, reached out a hand to sweep her hair from her face. Hell, he felt like he'd been dreaming since Luke told them to evacuate the base.

Rey's eyes opened, and she smiled. A million things rushed between them, and Poe was wide, wide awake.

He climbed into his bed with Rey and they clung to each other, Rey burrowing her face into his neck and breathing him in. He felt warm and solid in her arms, and as their hearts pounded in their chests – in each other's chests – she whispered, "We made it to Yavin."

In her ear, Poe laughed—something between a laugh and a whimper. "Not really the trip I had in mind." He smoothed his hand over the back of her head, and Rey inhaled softly at the tender touch. "I've been so scared, Rey. After Leia felt Luke-" He faltered, hesitating over his next words as though perhaps they weren't true after all. Rey pulled away from him, meeting his gaze with a sad frown and nodding just slightly. Poe's words were shaky after that. "She told me I'd feel it if anything happened to you, but I couldn't feel anything, not a hint of you anywhere, and I didn't know why. But you're…" The pads of his fingers pressed feather-light along her cheekbone. "You're okay. You're really okay."

Poe was surprised to see a smile spread across Rey's features. "I am." She looked over his face, and with her thumb, she wiped away the tear that had traced its way down his nose—he hadn't even noticed that he was crying again. "I have so many things to tell you, and not all of them are good, but I…" Rey bit her lip and pulled her necklace out from her shirt (his shirt, Poe realized, making his heart stutter), and she felt the way his stomach flipped at the sight of the glowing crystal.

"Oh," he breathed. "It's beautiful. It feels like you."

"It does, doesn't it?" she whispered. She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow. "That's not all."

"More good things?"

Rey hummed and nodded. Tears were welling up in her own eyes, now. "Can't you feel it?"

Frankly, Poe was feeling so much in himself and Rey combined that he felt almost intoxicated with it all, too much to really piece through much. But then he felt as though Rey was extending it out to him, offering her feelings of surprise and joy and sadness over—

Oh.

He didn't even say it aloud this time, uncertain of how to get the words out, but Rey felt his heart soaring when the truth of her curse nestled into his mind. And she'd had a long flight to Yavin to think over how to tell him about it all; she was ready to fill in the blanks.

Eventually, they realized that it was dusk, and the smells of a hot, home-cooked meal were wafting up from the kitchen, so together they emerged from Poe's room. He trailed behind Rey, smiling to himself at the sight of her in his old shirt and sleep pants as she strolled downstairs and went into the kitchen to greet Kes. It wasn't quite right to say that she seemed happy—Poe could see in the set of her shoulders, and feel radiating off her in waves, that she was still dwelling on everything that she had just been through.

No, it wasn't quite that she seemed happy. But she seemed at ease and at home. She smiled at Kes and quietly thanked him for his hospitality, and all that Poe could think about was the fact that she felt safe on Yavin. He kriffing loved that.

Kes looked away from Rey to see Poe leaning in the doorway, watching them, and Poe knew that his father didn't need to be Force-sensitive to understand precisely what Poe was thinking.

"I suppose it's too much to hope that you two might stay for at least a few days," he said, rather than comment on it specifically.

Poe grimaced. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly, both for himself, and for Rey; she deserved some quiet before running toward the oncoming storm. "Honestly, Leia wasn't thrilled with how quickly I left, so the sooner that we get back, the better. But I was thinking we could stick around until tomorrow."

His father's eyes crinkled deep with his smile. "I'll take what I can get from the greatest hero in the Resistance."

"Oh, no, I'm not-" Poe flushed and looked to Rey, who was smiling amusedly. "What exactly did you tell him when you came to see the Force tree?"

"Nothing that wasn't the truth, I'm sure," Kes chuckled.

"I just told him a few stories," Rey told him. She shone with pride for him, and Poe would probably be able to feel flattered by that in approximately an hour, but as it was, he was mostly bashful. She pursed her lips to suppress a smirk, and glancing over at Kes, she said, "Poe thinks we're ganging up on him."

"We absolutely are."

That, too, Poe would be able to appreciate in about an hour. He knew that it was endearing. He loved how quickly Rey had warmed to Kes. And he'd known even while they were still on Ahch-To that Kes would adore Rey, but he was pleased to see it confirmed.

But right then, he huffed dramatically and turned around. "I'm going to go check in with Leia before we eat."

Poe was nearly out the front door when he felt Rey's hand settle on his shoulder. He turned back to face her and instinctively ducked his head down, closing his eyes and smiling when she kissed his cheek. "Don't be too long, Flyboy."

"Never." Poe kissed her right back.

Rey and the Damerons sat, feeling pleasantly full as they finished their meal and chatted sporadically. Although Rey had still not described her experience to Kes in much detail – and Poe was following her lead – there was no way for his father to be oblivious to the fact that she had gone through some great unpleasantness. So he told them tales of recent trials and tribulations on Yavin, particularly a peculiar malady that had overtaken the herd of runyips that lived not far outside of the village.

It might have seemed frivolous, but it was exactly what Poe and Rey wanted. What they needed. It was a pleasant reminder that life in the galaxy had not been fully overrun by the threat of the First Order, not yet.

But eventually, Rey met Poe's eye, and he nodded. Tentatively, she said, "Kes, I should tell you, there's something I didn't mention about what happened while I was with the First Order." His eyes widened just slightly, uncertain of what to make of Rey's tone. But he didn't say anything; he just gestured her on.

"I wasn't captured alone. Luke was with me, and he…" She hesitated. She hadn't had to actually say it aloud since escaping, because Poe had already known. "He was killed. I'd like to go to the Force tree and give him a proper goodbye, and Poe and I thought you might want to join us."

"Oh, Rey, I'm so sorry." There was so much sadness in Kes's eyes, for Rey, but for the Jedi Master, too, even if he had only known him a little. He was like his son in caring whole-heartedly for every person he met. "I'd be honored to join you."

Rey tried to smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. Poe reacted at once, tucking his hand over hers on the table. As he squeezed, it felt as though her heart was squeezing him back, thanking him.

Poe found a piece from Kes's old fence still lying in a scrap pile in the yard, and he cleaned up the wood a bit, clearing it of dirt and muck. There was only room to write out Luke's initials, and Poe was somewhat apologetic about it. "We'll put up a better marker when we come back."

"I like this one," she replied softly, smoothing her hand over the worn wood.

Both of them got a flash of an image, then, of the two of them standing beneath the tree, the marker at their feet. Rey had told him the gist of the visions that she had while meditating on her crystal, but she had also explained that the details only came to her in bits and pieces. Poe felt his breath catch in his throat at the brief glimpse of them, unencumbered by the weight of the First Order.

This was the most certain he had ever felt that there would be an after. That he and Rey would both be there to see it.

"Alright," he agreed. Voice equally soft.

They were walking back from the Force tree when Rey traced her fingers down Poe's arm and reached for his hand. "Do you want to take some time with your dad, once we get back to the house?"

He looked at her in surprise. "Are you sure? It might… be a while, and after everything, I wasn't sure whether you might not want to fall asleep alone tonight."

"I'll be alright," she told him kindly. "We've been separated for a week. Your dad's waited a lot longer to see and talk to you again."

Their separation was not the only thing that weighed on him, was not the only thing that he knew was weighing on her; of course there was Luke, but there was also the truth of her curse, and everything that she had learned about herself and Snoke, and everything that had happened with Kylo.

(With Ben, not Kylo. He had betrayed Snoke and the First Order, so he had rejected Kylo Ren. Poe hadn't had time to sort out how the hell he felt about that, but he knew that Rey was hurting, and with the confluence of everything that happened on the Steadfast, it seemed like her hurt mattered more for the time being.)

Rey was not in his head, precisely, but she knew enough. So she squeezed his hand tight and reiterated, "I'll be alright, Flyboy. I don't want to be the reason that you don't have a conversation with Kes that both of you really deserve to have."

Oh. She was right, he knew she was right.

So when Kes offered to brew up some caf, Rey yawned – a genuine yawn, but also undoubtedly for show – and thanked him but said that she was going to shower and go to sleep.

Poe, however, said, "I'll take some, Dad."

Together, they went out to sit in the evening air, still somewhat muggy even though night had fallen hours before. For as long as Poe could remember, a set of chairs had sat right near the back door, overlooking Kes's little flower garden and the koyo orchard beyond. Poe had countless memories of sitting out there with his mother and father after dinner on warm nights, chatting until they decided that it was time for him to be in bed. After losing Shara, they'd spent less time there together, although each of them certainly spent their fair share of evenings sitting out there alone.

But now, Kes poured their caf and steered them outside without comment or discussion. He sat down in his customary chair, and Poe followed suit.

"I like seeing you so happy, son," Kes said, after a stretch of quiet sipping. Maybe it should have felt awkward, but it did not.

Poe smiled hesitantly. "I didn't think I could be, not in this war." He bit the inside of his cheek, glancing up at the stars as he tried to sort out how much to elaborate. "I didn't want my focus to be split, knowing how hard it was on you and Mom."

Kes didn't let him slide so easily. "And on you."

"And on me," Poe allowed. He rolled his eyes at his father in exasperation; it was probably foolish of him to think that he could skirt around that particular detail. "Then Leia sent me to look for Luke, and Rey was there, and she… showed me the galaxy. Or at least she showed me the Force, but I'm more and more convinced that those are kind of the same thing, even if Luke is- even if he was always a little more pedantic about it."

"She showed you the galaxy, so you wanted to return the favor."

The part of Poe that wanted to complain that that was sappy or sentimental was overridden by the fact that he had had that precise thought more than once. Even as early as when he asked her to leave Ahch-To with him. "And I keep trying every day," he murmured.

His father hummed softly, leaving a beat of silence hanging between them. "I used to worry that you might be too fickle, with how much you just seemed to change your mind out of nowhere. Hobbies that you tired of overnight, not wanting to have anything to do with the New Republic until suddenly you had to go off and join them… Resisting love during wartime until a pretty Jedi caught your eye." Poe pointedly drank a large gulp of caf to refrain from making eye contact with Kes. "Shara swore it was something else, but it took me a while to see where she was coming from."

"Glad you don't think I'm fickle anymore…"

Kes swatted at Poe's arm. "She was the same way. But she told me about all of it, every little thought she had about her decisions, all of the pieces that were coming together to orient her. She changed her mind all the time in ways that I don't know if I would have understood if she hadn't explained them to me. But she did, so I knew."

Poe swallowed a little nervously. "What are you getting at, Dad?"

"I'm sorry that I insisted you not follow in your mother's footsteps. You should have felt like you could talk to me when you were deciding whether to join up with the New Republic, but I didn't make that very easy. It's no wonder you lashed out and ran off."

"Oh." Poe's heart pounded in his chest and in his ears and in his throat; he was taken aback by just how much it meant to hear that aloud, even if he had long forgotten his resentment. "Thank you. It wasn't just you, though. I should have seen that it was because you didn't want me to have to go through…" He hesitated, well-aware of the implications of his words as he continued. "Something like the Rebellion."

"And I should have known sooner that your mother's kid wouldn't be able to resist the call to stop something the First Order." He grinned wide. "I've run through this conversation quite a few times since Rey and Skywalker came to visit, so don't think you can out-apologize me."

"Me too, so don't think I won't try."

When Kes chuckled, Poe joined in, and that sat with them for a few long moments. Although neither of them said anything, it felt as though they had reached a truce.

"Tell me about the Force," his father instructed at last. "And I mean more than just that little trick you did at dinner when you summoned the sauce from the other side of the table."

Poe smiled, leaning his head against the back of the chair. "I don't even know where to start."

"We've got time."