Finn took a deep breath when Poe pulled him closer, his eyes fluttering closed for half a second only because he knew it wouldn't be seen at this angle. Oh, how easy it would be to pretend. To just believe this was always and had been always part of more.

It felt like it was. Finn swallowed. "Sounds good. What do you have... in mind...?"

Looking up at Poe was a bad idea. He could count every eyelash right now if he wanted to, but Poe's eyes alone were distracting, looking at him like that.

... He wasn't looking at him like anything, though. This was all in Finn's head. He should turn away. Or... wait until Poe did first... But he did clear his throat. "Whatever you want. I'm, uh, up for anything." Because this was normal and fine.