It's a little surprising he hasn't been accosted by the medtechs before now, actually, but perhaps his readouts are good enough that he doesn't need attention? Or maybe Poe's going to give them a full report when he falls back asleep again, because he can feel it hovering on the edge of his vision and knows he could succumb to it with the slightest effort. But for the moment, company and food are much more important.

Especially company.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I can do that." The soup smells great already, and it's not like he isn't used to plain fare. The urge to help set up the pillows is difficult to resist, though, especially with Poe fussing over him, but Finn reminds himself that this is normal when someone's been injured, and if their positions were reversed he wouldn't want Poe risking himself.

Sitting up makes him feel better, more awake, and he pats the bed to invite Poe to sit next to him as he grabs the tray and starts sipping the soup. This feels a lot more natural, being able to talk to him on his own level instead of while he's laying down. "Thanks, man."