There had to be a middle ground, though, even if Poe couldn't see it anymore. Finn squeezed his hand into a fist over and over, trying to think.

"I-" He didn't want to say what he was about to say but-... dammit. "I like it when we go that far. I liked what last night ended up being. I just want to be able to tell you when I need it. You say that I don't know, then give me the chance to learn without forcing me. It-"

Finn bit his lip again. If he was going to be totally honest here, he needed to do it in every capacity. "It scares me. That time you woke me up and last night when you pushed me onto the bed-" He caught his voice wavering and straightened himself out. "Those scared me. Poe, I don't want to be scared when I'm with you and I don't want it to be a process. I don't ever want to be scared around you again."