Finn stopped and whipped around at the sound of Poe's voice. He'd had time to think about what they'd done and where this might be heading, some insecurities starting to plague him, but he mostly had kept busy. Some people asked what had gotten him in such good spirits, but he couldn't say no matter how badly he wanted to.

With said object of his good spirits now in front of him again, Finn smiled wide and pushed the insecurities back down. "Hey. Hi. It's good. Everything's good." Sort of. He'd been useless at work ever since he left Poe's side, mind far away and floating on a daydream. But it had still been nice.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck. "How are you doing? You eating dinner?"