I'm here now, and for a moment - for a beautiful, brief moment - Poe completely forgot that Finn didn't remember. That this wasn't exactly the same man with exactly the same memories and thoughts and feelings as he'd had when he'd left. The door closed behind them and Poe almost stumbled against him, too overwhelmed to be able to think beyond that very second.

If he let himself be deluded, could anyone really blame him?

(Yes. Yes, they could. And he'd blame himself later. But for now--)

"I love you so much, Finn," He whispered into the kiss, pressing close as if pulled in by that gentle touch on his back, his own fingers already moving to find the edges of Finn's jacket and try to push it from his shoulders.