"Alright," Poe said, shoulders shaking in silent laughter even as he tipped his head up to bite playfully at Hux's chin. "You go 'round asking for illegal spice, see where it gets you. I'll wait here." So far as Poe gathered it wasn't called the same thing here and a little bit of oregano wasn't going to get anyone very far. Unless pasta was on the menu.
Though. If Hux really wanted some for the sake of recreation, Poe wouldn't say he didn't have some stashed now just for a good time. Which he would obviously share.
"Hey," he repeated, before Hux even finished, leaning back just enough to have space to wipe the sleep from his eyes -- but even that little bit of space made some room for the chill so he leaned back in again. "How -- well. It's been a weird few weeks, hasn't it?" It hadn't been a great time, knowing that he'd nearly lost the two people who mattered to him most. It still didn't sit with him right, particularly not in moments of quiet. "I know you like your privacy, but I think I'd like this better every night."