It doesn't take too much longer before Rey passes out again, bottle still in her mouth. He pops it out and carefully settles her back into her crib, hovering for a few long moments to make sure she stays asleep.

Satisfied, he makes a quick pit stop into the kitchen to put the bottle in the sink and turn off the movie. He stops at the doorway and finds himself smiling at Jyn burrowed in the center, couch blanket tucked around her.

He climbs into bed, but he doesn't push her away. He probably should. Instead he just tucks himself in, leg hitting hers and half wishing she'd finagle her way back to lay on him.

It's silly, probably. His shifts, arm brushing hers too, but he's already falling asleep, which is entirely his excuse for loosely winding his fingers through hers.