Finn's heart was already doing funny things by the time Poe flopped onto the bed with him. Might as well add physical closeness to the mix. "Reading." Reading.

Reading! He picked up the textbook. "Ah, right. It's awful. Psychology really isn't for me, man. How was class?" Finn knew what class Poe had gotten out of it. He didn't know very much about it other than he loved it simply because Poe was always so happy when he got out.