His breath hitched and stuttered against the admission, eyes pricking. One part wanted to push Poe away, to tell him that they really shouldn't do this, the guilt threatening to swallow him whole. The much larger side... relished with this sweet confession against his lips. Both sides were so painful, heart bursting in his chest from being squeezed and strangled.

He didn't respond. A response was on his tongue, but he wasn't able to push it forward seeing as how he didn't love him the way Poe remembered. He did love him in an entirely different way, something that was worn yet bright and rapidly growing into more.

Finn yanked off the jacket with his free hand, allowing himself to let go of Poe's shirt with the other to let it fall to the floor. He started backing up again, still kissing Poe and trying to find the bedroom, hoping neither of them acknowledged what tears he did have.