"Think whatever plants are in here must have changed the climate," Poe said, pulling off the top of his flight suit and tying it around his waist. It didn't make him feel any cooler, though. He was doing his best to ignore Finn getting closer, but even without looking at him, he could feel the man approach, and it made his skin tingle. He swallowed, roughly. Get a fucking hold of yourself, Dameron.

"BB-8 didn't pick up any toxins in his sweep, though, so we're probably fine--" He stopped at the next doorway and reached out for the control panel, but didn't quite get there. His head was swimming and instead he used a hand to brace the doorway. He didn't want to move. He wanted an excuse for Finn to come closer. He wanted--

Get a grip on yourself, Dameron!