Their relief was infectious, to the point where Poe couldn't help but chuckle quietly while he watched them. They earned it. This sort of reunion. There had been a brief period of time when they worried Finn wouldn't live, but his very presence here had helped that fear, and now seeing him alive and laughing was all the assurance Poe needed. It was like a weight lifted off of him, they'd already lost so much in the fight against the First Order, and Poe had already thought Finn dead once. Now, the ex-stormtrooper, a man that he knew never had the freedom to do what he wanted in all of his life, was alive and able to go on.
He'd never admit to the tears welling up in the corner of his eye.
But he did clear his throat slightly, not to interrupt them but to prevent the blockage from making his voice raw. "From what I heard, Rey was amazing against Ren. Both of you were. My teams weren't able to do much until there was a dent in the oscillator, but after that it was smooth flying." An exaggeration, because it was still too heavy of an issue to talk about everything they had all lost in the fight. Much better to talk about the victory, instead. Poe, from his perch on the chair, held up Finn's jacket. "Fixed your jacket, pal."