Finn didn't need to say it. Poe knew it. Poe knew it as deeply as he knew his own feelings.

"There isn't anything better," Poe said, frowning. He was starting to get a head ache, and he rubbed at his temple. "Yeah, I wanted him to stop, at first. But then I - I would have done anything to keep him from stopping. Would have done..."

Fuck. His head was really, really starting to hurt. Something wasn't right. His thoughts weren't lining up properly. Poe was trying to confuse him.

"... Why are you doing this to me?"