Couldn't help it. Poe Dameron saying he couldn't help it. This couldn't be real. He was dreaming. Right?

But Poe was moving away and Finn couldn't have that. He reached out, grabbing Poe's shirt, hand confused of it should be on his arm, neck, cheek-

"I'm ready now." A lie. He'd never be ready. But he leaned closer anyway, unsure what was happening but not wanting to let this go so soon. "We can... try again?"

This wasn't desperate, right? Right?