Getting away and being productive was probably a good idea, but Finn wasn't sure how effective it would be. Letting Poe hold him like this and kiss him was a reminder that someone- an entire group of people did care about him. And this person loved him.

It was horrifying but still something to hold on to, something that made it worth the risk of forgetting anyway. At least someone would remember. Mourn him, maybe. Before they made him-

And he was being maudlin again. "I would let you," he answered in a weak, chocked up voice, different to a moment ago. "Whatever you need, Poe." Even as he said it, he set out to do just that, wrapping his arms around his waist then legs twining together and just holding on tight. "Feels good," he muttered about the hand in his hair.