He might not be able to directly feel it in the same way that Finn could, but damn if it didn't feel like he could. He felt suffused with it, as he just let himself slump bonelessly against the man.

It struck him, then, from the sheer intensity of everything, that Finn was probably the love of his life. That wasn't to say that he didn't love other people - clearly he did, sometimes to a fault - but nothing was quite so soul consuming.

The guilt still hadn't hit him, yet.

But it would.

For the moment, he was just basking in how utterly perfect Finn's arms around him felt, riding on a suffuse glow of a high, feeling loved right down to his core.

"I love you too," he mumbled into Finn's shoulder, and in that moment he did. More than anything else in this galaxy or the next.