Finn pulled against the sudden binder, blinking tears from his eyes. Poe was right. Poe was always right. Maybe it didn't seem like it to Finn now, but it would happen, he knew it. He knew.

It was something he didn't want but something he did. He wanted to be vulnerable to someone, to depend on someone. He wanted that with Poe. But he wanted control, too. It felt like one or the other- No, there was only one path, wasn't there? He was never in control.

His hips pressed for friction against Poe's leg, his jaw clenched tight, before he tried to kick Poe away. "I won't."