[He understood WHY he was grounded. He needed to heal properly, but still... it kind of sucked. At least there were people of interest to talk with, and it was giving him a chance to think about what he wanted to do when he could. There was... a lot around here he could help with.]

[But tonight was not one of the better nights. Sure, he had eaten dinner with the group of them tonight, and he had gone off to his quarters to read up on a bit more New Republic sided history (he was finding that the First Order history the had drilled into their heads was kind of... different). But that too wasn't helping to put him to sleep. Thus the walk.]

[The walk that lead him to standing outside the pilots door, counting in his head to himself. One. This is stupid. Two. I should go. Three. It's late. Four. Stepping back now. Fiv-shit. He had actually taken a single step back when the door opened, looking up to see the Pilot standing there, asking if he was lost.]

[Finn chuckled a... seriously, was that a nervous laugh? A small chuckle, shaking his head.] Naw, not lost. I was... just out for a walk. Couldn't sleep. Found myself, uh, passing by? [He shrugged and looked down the hall, like he knows it's a bad idea to bother the other this late.] I didn't realize how late it was until a moment ago. [He looked back and saw the smile on the others face, making him smile as well. That smile. Finn was doomed.]