He could feel the nails digging in against his shirt, but he didn't care. All his focus was on that desperate kiss, igniting something in him he'd almost long thought dead.

He was overcome with the sudden, urgent desire to confess everything. To confess his tangled, deep feelings about the man, about the dreams he barely allowed himself to give voice to. About running away together, about being the only thing in the other's universe, of saving each other--

He only managed to get himself to stop by telling himself that this was still just an act. A hell of a good one, an impressive one, but Finn was just giving him what he knew he needed. He was good at his job. It wasn't about Poe.

He swallowed thickly as he bit off the kiss, taking a deep breath and meeting Finn's eyes with a searching gaze. As if he could find a spark of truth somewhere between them when he knew there was none to find.

He was fooling himself.

But he so desperately wanted it to work.