Finn backed away slowly with the warning but made it hardly two steps before stopping. He was trembling again and had to squeeze his fists to stop it. It had been years since he was this scared, long before his defection from the Order. He felt small, helpless.

A deep breath, a swallow- "I want you," he said slowly, quietly, keeping his voice calm and measured. "I want you to be okay. And if you're not okay, I want to help. If it's just me and you in this, then I want to help."

He could barely help himself.