He glared at Finn, anger boiling that was only half about Rose and half for himself. He was ruining this, and he knew it, but he could barely think straight about it. Every time his brain pictured Rose's lips taking Finn's---

Ugh, he was upset. He could feel it scraping at the back of his throat, behind his eyes.

"Do you really not know?" He snapped, his voice thicker than he meant it to be. "Just because I didn't - Just because I waited, just because I didn't force it, have I been that fucking opaque this whole time?"

Fine. Fine, two could play this game.

As soon as Finn even tried to reply, Poe surged forward, grabbing his face and planting a crushing, claiming kiss to his lips.