It... wasn't terribly obvious. Finn had figured he'd been barking up the wrong tree for a while now, wondering if Poe really felt the same at all. But here he was, really here, really wanting this, too.

Instead of answering, he just smiled into the kiss and began to do exactly what he wanted to do. Hands moved to Poe's hips again, pushing him back into a wall and kissing him again just like he always dreamed. The water was getting colder now but it was perfect, it was all perfect.