[Maxwell looks at him. Looks, fully, perhaps for the first time since Poe arrived, bottle in hand.]

Even the best pilot in the galaxy is allowed to live for life after the war.

I think, usually, that's even the point. Some better, golden tomorrow you've helped achieve.

[He reaches out again, and rests a hand on Poe's shoulder.]

And worrying about you is one of things friends are for. Except it, you're stuck with it now.