He returned the kiss as well as he could. Though it was probably a bit lacking for how tired he was, Finn allowed himself to get lost in it. In not just the kiss but closeness, the tenderness, the intimacy. He craved this with Poe, not realizing before just how much he'd been wanting.

And Poe wanted him, too. It was a little difficult to imagine, but he was in an accepting mood right now. He wanted Poe and Poe wanted him. What else was there that mattered? "Love you," he whispered quietly, a little afraid, but it hurt too much to not say it. He'd loved Poe for awhile, to be honest. He loved all of his friends. But this, knowing what the other wanted, what they could have- There was nothing else he could say.