Poe scrubbed his head awkwardly. "I appreciate that, Finn, but it's kind of inevitable, right? I get not wanting to rush ahead too much but - I don't really want to be a third wheel, you know?"

He lowered his hand, crossing his arms over his chest and shifting his weight.

"I won't make it weird, okay?" He already had been making it weird, but he was determined to stop doing it. Somehow. If he could actually get over the fact that it twisted in his gut, sour and painful. "I'll still be here. You shouldn't -- you shouldn't have to hold yourself back, Finn, or not be together, just to keep our friendships the same, right? It's going to change between the two of you, and that's - that good, that's natural. It'll change a bit between us too, but it doesn't mean I'm going anywhere."