He was quiet for a moment, stunned, pulled between two totally different sides again. Finn could believe that, in his own way, Poe did love him. This was just the way he had to express it? The only way he thought he could secure them?

After a lengthy silence, Finn shook his head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done that in the first place." That was the truth he had to hold on to. "I didn't want it to be like this either, but you made it this way. I told you what I wanted; you wouldn't listen. You think you know what's best. I know my own mind, Poe."

He did. And he was learning more about himself all the time.

It was starting to scare him.