Finn practically fell into the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, thumbs pressed into his eyes, and stayed like that for basically the entire time. This was much more difficult than he thought it was going to be and it wasn't going to stop. This was the new normal now, and Finn had to adapt somehow.

This was better than Poe not being here at all, he reminded himself. In fact, this wasn't even really bad. He wasn't a different man or anything. It's just... so much lost between them. All of those shared memories were just Finn's own. Even worse, all of the memories Poe carried of the two of them before was now gone forever. He didn't know... how to handle that.

When Poe came back into the room, his head popped up and he took the laptop back. The way Poe spoke about himself was what his attention latched onto first, the urge to correct him bubbling up from his throat, but he couldn't. He understood the need to make the distinction, at least for now. Poe needed time.

"Thank you," he repeated back with a nod, setting the computer aside. Whatever Poe had left him, he could look at it later. Much later, maybe. Couldn't really think about it right now, so he studied Poe instead. "You look a little better."