Finn... had no response to that. Fuck pretty much summed it up.

Instead, he touched Poe's shoulder and made his way out of bed, leaving out the door for no longer than 10 seconds to bring back some towels. Something to do. Just keep moving and think while you're moving.

But when he probably should have put some effort into it, he just dropped them to the floor on top of the water and looked at Poe. "Now what?"

... As if he knew.