Poe was awoken by the sound of blaster fire, nearly falling face down on the floor when he stumbled out of bed. He grabbed a vibroblade from his luggage before quietly making his way into the living area of the suite.

The Mand'alor was standing next to the couch, blaster in hand. Poe followed the train of his pistol to the armchair across the room. He easily spotted a large simmering hole embedded in it.

"What happened?" Poe lowered his blade with the raise of his brow.

At the sound of his voice BB-8 sped around from behind the armchair, beeping wildly as he bolted towards the pilot for protection.

"You tried to wake him up?" Poe asked with an incredulous look on his face. The mandalorian lowered his blaster when the droid moved to hide behind Poe's legs.

BB-8 whirred loudly.

"Why would you do that, B?"

The droid explained itself with a defeated beep, to which Poe didn't reply.

"Sorry." The pilot apologized, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck.

"What did he say?" The Mand'alor asked simply, though to Poe it sounded more similar an order.

"It was just... something about a dream." Poe explained as he turned to leave, quickly becoming self conscious as he realized he was in a t-shirt and sweatpants while the other man was in his armor.

"Yours or his?"

"Hm?"

"The dream. Was it yours or his?"

Poe decided not to answer, merely shrugging his shoulders before he left for the bedroom with his droid in tow.

"Hey, listen buddy. You and me had a deal. You can't tell anyone about my dreams, remember?" Poe leaned down from his seated position on the bed, pointing a finger at the droid.

"POE failed to function normally when initial start up was attempted." BB-8 protested in droidspeak.

"I know, but you know that happens sometimes. It's hard for me to wake up when it's bad, remember?" Poe explained gently, patting the BB unit on the head.

"BB-8 attempted to notify POE-COMPANION. Attempt was unsuccessful."

Poe sighed at that, running a tired hand through his tousled hair.

"He's not my companion."

"Rewrite call sign to ¿MANDO?" The droid beeped in question.

"Thanks, buddy." Poe mumbled, a small smile was on his face though it didn't reach his eyes.

-

Though Luke was off doing creator knows what, Poe learned a thing or two from the man. They were surprisingly close. Maybe due to Poe's love for talking and Luke's love for listening.

Also add the fact that his mother fought against the empire by the jedi's side and they were basically family.

At a young age Poe had always wished to be force-sensitive like Ben Organa who had Luke's undivided attention, yet there was no such luck on his part.

Sensing the young boy's jealousy, Luke taught him to meditate. As an adult, Poe still meditated when he could, though he wasn't much good at it.

He had spent the rest of his day in the bedroom, lying atop the bed with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
BB-8 enjoyed distracting him though Poe didn't care enough to reprimand him.

The clunking of boots across the hard floor interrupted the pilot's train of thought, or lack thereof. Poe's right eye cracked open, locking onto the mandalorian's figure. He rolled his stiff shoulders, before opening both of his eyes.

"Time to leave." The king spoke gruffly, which Poe guessed was a regular occurrence.

The commander nodded his head, clambering down from the bed as he began to pick up his things. He eyed his armor before methodically placing them over his clothing.

"Do you have the... force thing too?"

Poe startled slightly, turning to find the Mand'alor still standing at the entry way of the room. When the taller of the two tilted his visor, Poe realized that he hadn't yet answered his question.

"No." The pilot sniffed, still a little wounded when he thought about his early childhood. He turned, continuing to put on his armor.

When it got to the point where he had to put on his pauldrons, Poe fumbled multiple times. BB-8 teased him brutally for it.

After the fifth attempt the Mand'alor stepped forward, silently attaching the beskar to the commander before grabbing at the other piece of armor that lay on the bed beside them. The king kept it in his hands for a moment, studying it before quickly fastening to Poe's right shoulder.

"Thanks." Poe murmured once he felt like he could breath again.

A muffled hum of acknowledgment escaped the mandalorian's visor before he grabbed some of Poe's luggage, leaving the rest for the pilot to carry himself.