Finn, not knowing the significance of this necklace at all, weaved his fingers through the chain while his hand rested on Poe's neck, eyes locked on his.

Was he joking? ... No. He hadn't forgotten or changed his mind. Finn's smile was soft and warm, so much in his chest at once that he wondered if he'd start crying any second now. "You already know my answer," he said, leaning in close again. "Propose however you want. You know what I'll say."