He pulled his arm away far too quickly, stumbling backwards a couple of steps, but at least he stopped trying to leave. Mostly he just felt really guilt for the automatic reflex, and really stupid at forcing this conversation to happen at all. You knew you would hate the answer, Poe, why the hell did you have to keep pushing it?

"It's fine," he said a little tightly. "I'm happy for you." He didn't sound happy, but maybe if he kept saying it, he'd believe it, too. "You deserve it. There's nothing to say, Finn, you should do what makes you happy. End of."