Poe makes a noise of agreement, good humor fading. "You're going to get in trouble. Being honest with me."

He shouldn't have let Cassian do it in the first place. He saw the signs in the windows. He would have had the presence of mind to stop the man, probably, if he weren't so overwhelmed--

He's fine. He'll be fine. Just roll with this, it's... fine.

Poe takes another bite of the brownie, another sip of the cooling coffee.

This is fine.