Finn hums to himself, arm slung over the back of Poe's chair. "Hardly any sense in it if you still couldn't lead." But he shouldn't say that out loud and realizes it a moment too late. He tenses but... relaxes in Poe's grasp again. They probably wouldn't care about his opinions, but putting them into other people's heads, people who were already angry and questioning, was different.

So he latches on to that other point with a death grip. "Really nice," he purrs a little, hardly even acting. "Have a feeling I would have enjoyed it, too."

He wonders how Poe sees him sometimes. Is he just a cheap oasis? Less? More? Would he have really taken him along as his own or was even that too much to presume? Then he remembered why he doesn't wonder that.