I end up in the infirmary, and she spots me almost immediately, "Finn?" She calls out happily. I smile as she rushes over to me, "Back so soon? What are you doing here?" She grins.
"I don't really know, but I guess I'll be staying for a while,"
"It's wonderful to see you. What do you need?" She asks leading me to the administration desk. I'm surprised she assumed I hadn't just come to say hello.
"Do you have any spare room keys?" I mumble, feeling slightly guilty for asking because she knows I didn't just come to see her, yet she doesn't seem to be upset.
"We sure do," She glances through some holographic files, and keys in a few numbers, "here," she passes me a room card, number 37. I don't know why, but I cannot bring myself to ask for one more.
"Thank you," she smiles.
"How are you?" She asks grinning, and it is contagious because I smile back, "What did you do?" She laughs a little bit, her grin fading slightly as she catches sight of my bandaged wrist.
"I'm good, I just fell..." She gives me a questioning look, aware I am not telling the entire truth, but she lets it slide. As I am about to ask how she has been, she is interrupted and quickly bids me farewell before tending to a man complaining of a stomach ache.
I slip the card into my pocket and make my way past the people in the corridors, and walk into the dining hall. Rey and Poe sit at the usual table at the back of the room, and I notice I have a tray piled with food next to Rey and my bag is on the seat. Neither of my friends seem to notice as I approach; I catch the end of the conversation.
"Will it happen again?" Rey looks concerned.
"Maybe, but he will just needs to be calmed down if it does. Pilots get it, when they're reminded of a crash or a fail manoeuvre," I feel relieved when I realise I'm not the only one, and Poe doesn't think something is wrong with me.
"Hey," I interrupt with a forced cough.
"Hey," Poe acts as if he hasn't been speaking about me, but Rey is less successful, looking everywhere but me, it's kind of cute.
"Is this for me?" I ask looking at the tray, Rey nods. "Thank you," I whisper kindly to her and she smiles, I move the bag onto the floor and sit beside her.
"No problem." She looks at me with such an adoring gaze that I feel a strange anxiety creep upon me, and I find myself leaning slightly away from her.
We eat, Poe occasionally starting a conversation but it doesn't last very long, I'm almost too tired to keep my eyes open.
When Poe is talking to BB-8 quietly I turn to Rey, "Here," I slide the card across the table, she smiles.
"Thank you, I can't wait to sleep in a proper bed," she sighs happily and I smile at her.
"Will you walk me there?" She asks and I nod, "Poe, I'm going to go to bed," Rey interrupts and he looks over and nods to both of us.
"Goodnight," he looks at me too bidding us farewell. I do not get the chance to response before he delves back into his conversation; I pick up my bag and throw the strap over my shoulder.
We walk down the halls, following the numbers and arrows. We soon find ourselves standing out the front of the room.
"Where is your room?" She mumbles as she moves her foot on the solid concrete ground.
"I'll have to see if they have another," I answer honestly, she looks up at me with confusion.
"Don't you have one?" I shake my head.
"No but it's fine, I'll just go crash in the Falcon or steal a bed in the infirmary," I smile, and she shakes her head, which causes the foreign anxiety to completely flood my system.
"Come on," she swipes the card and opens the door; I hesitate for a moment, wanting to walk away but something draws me in after her; I close the door behind me.
This room is bigger than the quarters we had before. There is a small table and chairs in one corner, and a larger bed under a window that is completely hiding by a wall at the back of the room. The room is hot and stuffy so Rey opens the window above the bed, allowing the cool evening breeze to seep in.
I drop my bag on the table and then stand awkwardly near the bed. Rey continues to make herself at home; turning on the lamp on the desk and walking over to the restroom, I hear the faucet turn on and I walk over and stand in the doorway watching as she uses the soapy wash cloth to scrub away the dirt on her face. She continues to then clean her hands, removing all the dirt from under her fingernails. She looks up into the mirror and sees me watching her, "Come here," she whispers, and I obey her. I walk onto the ties tiles stand in front of her near the basin. She pumps more soap onto the cloth and places it under the warm water, wrings it out and starts to methodically rub it across my face. She slowly cleans away the dirt and cuts from the island she trains on. There is a tension in the air, an apprehension that seems to tug me closer to her. I rest one hand lazily on her hip as I close my eyes; absorbing the soothing motion of the cloth against my skin. Rey then starts to clean the grazes I had accumulated - most of them are from using the rocks for support when I ran up the cliff face to find her.
"There, all better," I hear her whisper with satisfaction before running the cloth under the faucet again; she leaves my grip to hang it on a hook in the shower.
"Thank you," I watch her leave the bathroom and walk over to the closet. I follow her out stand by the table. I watch as Rey opens it and she disappears inside, it must be a larger: a walk in robe.
She emerges with the complimentary nightgown from the hanger. "Here," she unexpectedly throws me a pair of bed shorts and a large shirt as she passes me and walks back towards the bathroom; where I assume she'll go to change. I look at the clothes with confusion.
I feel as if I should leave, I don't want to sleep next to her again if it will only make things more complicated.
"But," I object to her implied request for me to stay the night, placing the bed clothes on the chair. She stops walking towards the restroom, "Rey, I can't," I don't look at her as she turns back around to face me.