Poe certainly seemed like he was made of glass right now. Finn was terrified of hurting him more but also really caught up in the relief that he was here right now.

The doctor had just come in not five minutes before Poe woke up. Surely he could get check up on later. And maybe they'd even have a little time? Wondering just what he was thinking at the image of climbing up there and straddling Poe, he kissed him again.

"What if we had our own celebration?" he asked, kind of ignoring the glass and bacta comment. His hand ghosted over Poe's thigh but stayed there, unsure if he had permission and certainly unsure if the drugs were affecting this decision more than Poe was.