"You're not going to lose me," Poe huffed, brushing imaginary dirt off his shirt just so he didn't have to look up. The words had made his heart clench and the guilt bloom in his chest.

"I'll be there. I'll even make a toast or whatever, give away the ring, whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere." Well. He would like to go somewhere, right now, just to cool off. Just to get the hurt out of his system and hit himself until he started getting over it. But he'd never be able to just cut Finn out of his life. Even the idea broke his heart.

He was acting so shitty about this --

He sighed, raising a hand to rub at his eyes.

"I'm just tired, it's been a long day."