Poe had the sudden urge to kiss him. Not like before - not like his mind was being overridden, the safe guards bypassed. But just because he wanted to wipe that blank sullenness off his face. But he didn't. Who knew how long the plant's effect might work. Sure, Finn might forgive him for when they were both in the throes of it, but now that Poe felt mostly himself, if he took advantage of Finn- - he'd never forgive himself. Better to wait.

He didn't reply, just nodded and started to strip, not at all self concious. It was a lot easier to see the bruises, though - dark purple marks on his hips and thighs and sides, looking exactly like Finn's fingerprints..

He managed not to flush, this time, and once they were both disrobed he shoved the potentially contaminated clothes in a bag for later testing, then turned on the decontamination process. No water, no steam, but lasers strong enough that they felt hot. After a minute, the system chimed.

"Alright, med bay."

Med bay was a large word for the tiny bunk style cot that made it up - definitely not big enough for more than one person. And they had to walk the whole way there naked. But the diagnostic tool was already rolled out.

"Take a seat. I'll run it on you, first, then you can do me."