Finn paused at the door, wondering if he should somehow go back and reassure Poe. Kiss him or something. The look in his eyes was making even more uneasy than he already was.

But he didn't want to kiss him. He wanted to get away.

So he let out a breath and left. Quickly throwing fresh clothes on, trying to pretend that last night didn't happen, he desperately set out on his morning routine. There wasn't much to do, though. He had cut down to only the bare necessities as the days got more and more confusing between them.

He checked the comms, not surprised at the lack of messages. Considering their long route, it would probably be a while yet before anything came in. That was more unsettling than it should have been...

Instead of doing much more, he stayed there in the cockpit, watching hyperspace pass by, knowing Poe would find him eventually. He had to get his thoughts in order before then. Had to talk to him.

Had to be honest.