Finn almost wished everything felt awkward again. Now he just wanted to get all of this over with, find a quiet place somewhere on the ship, and process how he was going to fix things with Poe. Just going through the motions now in as much of a professional air as he could muster felt too reminiscent of the old days, and certainly not how he ever felt with the other man. He didn't want to close off, but things had changed now and... he had to salvage what he could.

And part of salvaging everything was to keep himself from feeling hurt while Poe ran a diagnostic over his naked body. He felt exposed in a way he didn't like... But whatever. Finn sat as ordered and stretched his neck, kinda curious if he was still being affected after all. "Ready. Come on."

At this angle, his eyes fell on the bruises on Poe's hip before he looked away, guilt waiting in his chest. He had similar bruises... Just hoped Poe didn't mention them.