"No, you're fine." The reply was automatic while Finn stared holes into the floor.

The zipper. The zipper. Did he have to do that? The sound alone was enough to make Finn's thoughts spiral into territory he probably shouldn't be prancing in. But he'd also caught a glimpse of the action and now visions of his hands pulling the zipper lower, his hands getting under the flight suit and peeling it away were flashing through his mind.

A shake of his head and a deep breath didn't help this time. His brain was swimming in images of Poe in infinite states of undress, and then there was the heat. Was it the ship or just his blushing? Another look at the back of Poe's neck lead him to stop caring. Before he could stop himself, Finn marched a little closer, closing some of the distance, not even realizing he was doing it.