Finn tried to hold him closer but Poe kept trying to pull away. He felt almost sick, now. Not because of Finn. Not beautiful, wonderful, perfect Finn. But because of himself.

"It's absolutely my fault," he asserted. "You don't-- fuck-- you don't get it, Finn. You've been gone almost a year. I-- I tried to move on, I- I've been seeing someone else--"

It felt like someone punched him in the gut and he pulled back further, pulling his hands up and pressing his face into them, burying it. "Fuck, he really doesn't deserve this either--"