Poe was curious, if concerned, when Finn started. But then he continued, and Poe’s entire being seemed to harden. Draw in on itself. By the time Finn finished he was drawing in tight, furious breaths, openly glaring at him.

“No.”

He snapped it as he stood up so fast that he knocked the chair over. “What the hell, Finn? What kind of kriffing joke is that?”