That made something warm glow in Finn's chest but apprehension was there, too. He hoped it stayed that way. That Poe never saw him as something different, never thought that maybe they shouldn't know each other at all. It was an unbidden, paranoid, anxious thought, but he couldn't help but worry about the past catching up in some horrible form and backfiring.

For now, he moved one arm around Poe's back and pressed a warm kiss to his temple. "I'm completely fine with that," he muttered in his hair before making himself pull away and go back to his task. "I want you to feel comfortable here and go out there when you're ready. If you ever feel ready."