He didn't want to wonder if Poe was telling the truth anymore. That whenever they might find each other again, Poe could change his mind. But they would find each other. They had to. And Poe did love him in some way.

At least his mind was starting to shut up enough to let him pretend.

Finn's jacket and shirt had quickly vanished before he started working on Poe's shirt, one hand already trying to manage his belt. The clothes were separating them. Whether they were about to do more or not, he just wanted to be close. He wanted to feel Poe against him. He just wanted this.