Finn did not like being away from Poe's warmth but he did as told, lying back on the soft bed and spreading his legs wide for him. Enough time had passed that he was starting to come out of it, feeling his limbs again, focusing on every breath.

It wasn't enough to make him speak up or even so much as pause. Poe wanted to make sure he was all right, wanted to take care of him. Finn didn't need to think about it any further than that. He certainly didn't want to right now when he still felt so high and numb.

But some thoughts were coming and some questions with them but none of the dread. Just bliss. For now.