He looked up again when Poe hit the chair again, realizing the panic a second too late. Poe believed him. He didn't want to but he did for some reason. At least, for right now.

"Poe, breathe," he tried to command, slowly rising from his place, not wanting to startle him more. "Listen, just slow down. Please. It-" It's not okay. It's not going to be okay. He can't calm down. What the hell was Finn supposed to say or do other than gently stepping towards him?