[ luckily enough i guess, poe does have a captive audience to course correct for him, and it's bb-8, who sort of rolls into poe's leg like "i'm a droid who doesn't really grasp human intricacies but i can tell you that was dumb." coincidentally, droids are thicc and being rammed by one isn't the nicest experience. he tries to limit his expression of pain to just a grimace. ]

I mean, it's not — it's not like that. I guess, I mean, I could've figured something out. But I wanted to stay. So I didn't.

[ he clears his throat before moving on to his next conversation topic. he's put more thought into this than whatever the fuck just happened, at least. ]

I've been thinking. About where we could go. Eventually. I think ... maybe I'm just gonna go home for awhile. We can go home. If you decide you don't wanna fight for the Resistance, it'll be okay. You'll have a place and my dad's gonna be there and ... it'll be fine. It'll all work out.