That-... The confession felt solid in his chest, tight against the backs of his eyes. "Are you-" He hadn't had time to get the question out before Poe met his lips again. His back pressed against the door to his unit and his hand weaved into Poe's hair.

As much as he would very much love to lose himself in this, the guilt felt so heavy. Finn didn't remember any of what they had, but he wanted it. Wanted to just skip right to where they left off, memories be damned. He wanted Poe to love him like this. He wanted this so badly.

He kissed him back, trying to keep up with how desperate the other felt against him, before pulling away to gasp for air, lips brushing against Poe's. "Are you sure?" He couldn't take advantage. His heart was near to bursting admiration and tenderness and- and love. He couldn't hurt him. "Please, I- I need you to be sure."

A part of him knew that he should be the one putting the brakes on this. But he couldn't.