There was a disapproving buzz from the other side of the bed as Poe chuckled and tightened his fingers on Finn's. BB-8 was a simple droid, really. If something or someone made Poe happy, then it was all good as far as the droid was concerned.

"Being an officer has its perks. My quarters are private and while they're not exactly spacious, I've got some room. If you want to share, I mean. I can find a way to squeeze another bed in there, too."