An interesting debriefing, he said. Finn held the blaster loosely in his hand, watching Poe's retreating back down the corridor. After a few feet were spaced out between them, he mindlessly followed.

Why was Poe so chill? Was this normal for him? To find aphrodisiac plants on missions and fuck someone while repeating how much he loved them? Was that normal now? Rhetorical question. This isn't normal, it can't be normal, and he had no idea how Poe was able to just- just... roll with it!

He hadn't meant any of it, had he? This was one of those situations that people never speak of, wasn't it? What if they didn't talk about any of this? What if they stopped talking completely? Hell, Finn could hardly look at him. But they had stopped just inside the ship, and Finn finally did look at him. And then stared at him.

An orgy, he said. Just... an orgy. Just sex. Just- "Uh-huh," Finn answered without doing anything. But shook his head. "Right, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. Yeah, okay." He started removing the jacket, belatedly remembering he didn't have his shirt anymore and began to move away. If anything, he just wanted a minute alone... Not that being alone right now would make a difference. The Poe was treating this, he might as well be.

Maybe it was for the best, though. Maybe this was the only way they could be okay afterward.

Stupid. Dammit. Shouldn't have told him.