He frowned, wondering vaguely if he should just catch Finn's wrist, pull him down and pin him to the bed right here. Force him to remember how good it was.

But he'd been so happy, so content, mere hours ago. In the wake of it, Poe just felt a strange sense of loss.

Loneliness.

"... Alright."

'Talk'. Finn kept saying that, but hadn't they talked last night? Hadn't they finally come to an understanding?

But still, he didn't move. Didn't try to make Finn stay.

After all, it wasn't like there were far for him to run.