He couldn't ignore them completely. Of course he couldn't. He wanted to scrub them from Finn's face - cover him with kisses until they disappeared. But his own eyes were growing hot, just from looking at Finn's face, and the low, rough promise between fierce, hard kisses broke him, as well.

But maybe if he didn't say anything about Finn's tears, the man wouldn't say anything about his own.

His heart was slamming so hard in his chest that he could feel it in his throat, and he pushed the feeling down as firmly as he could, kissing Finn back with a passion that leaned into desperation, fingers tangling in his shirt as Poe deepened the kiss.

Neither of them could promise it. Of course they couldn't. But Poe had to believe it.

He had to.

They'd be luminous.