Perhaps he was treating this very stressful situation a bit too cavalier.
But if the blaster were in the other hand, Ben wouldn’t want to be treated like he was glass waiting to break. Tip-toeing around Finn felt more like he was insulting the man than actually respecting him. Or maybe he was just trying to rationalize his own impatience here. His boyfriend’s confrontation with Finn in the kitchen hadn’t been planned. Ben knew that they’d both been waiting for word from Rey and Poe about Finn before approaching him.
But then Finn had reached out on his own over the network. So obviously things weren’t as crushingly tense as they could have been. The last time the ex-Stormtrooper was here, Ben had attempted to speak to him and had been brushed off. At least this time Finn was still talking to him in more than one-word sentences. So that made him hopeful.
“Most don’t. Consider yourself one of a lucky few.” If his mother ever showed up, Finn could ask her about it. That is, if she was from the same timeline. The hotel was weird that way.
He grinned, amused just a little. “Hux. Or I’m sure you could call him General, if that’s more comfortable.” How the ginger would feel about that was questionable but given time, he was sure that Poe could soften Finn into using his husband’s name. Poe had a knack for turning people around him into butter. Ben, begrudgingly, included. “If Ben is a bit too friendly for your taste, I’ll answer to Supreme Leader.”
Yup. Cavalier as fuck.
“Dinner?” Ben perked up at the mention of food. Especially food that someone else had cooked. Was Finn being serious? He couldn’t remember Rey mentioning it and Ben felt like he would remember a conversation about a big meal. Or was Finn trying to be funny? Ben squinted at him, silent for a moment while he tried to guess.
“Food makes everyone agreeable so I don’t see why not. Can you be won over with cinnamon rolls?”