The dream had subsided, most of it almost forgotten save for the sharp cuts into his chest. Finn kept rubbing at the phantom pain, its meaning weighing heavily on him. He tried to grapple with why he had dreamed that, wondering if that really was what he wanted. It was playing tricks with his mind.

The voice startled him, but Finn did little more than jump and turn towards the source. "I'm here," he answered just as quietly, worried.

The dream was just that, a dream. The real Poe cared enough about him to not want to hurt him, to want to give everything he thought Finn wanted. Nothing was going to happen... Finn swallowed and tried not to worry more.