Under normal circumstances, the lack of toxins in the air would have been an overwhelming relief. However, Finn was far too distracted with- with-

Poe doing that with his flight suit was always enough to make Finn pause for half a second. Today, it made his heart slam against his chest. Instead of being upset he removed more clothing, Finn found himself waiting with bated breath to see what Poe would take off next. But now he could see the full line of his throat, the cut of his shoulders, his bare arms. The instinct to reach for him was hard to drive down.

But what alarm was left in Finn brought him up short when Poe braced against the doorway. "Hey, you-" Touch was an everyday occurence between them, but his hand on Poe's shoulder now felt like a livewire. He should... probably let go and move away but- well-... His hand moved lower down the arm, seeking bare skin, forgetting for a moment that he'd been worried at all.