And Finn had wanted him. Poe wasn't wrong, this was his fault.

His grip rises to his bicep, hugging himself across his chest. "Just because you think you know something doesn't mean you have to act. All you ever needed is my permission."

He shifted again. "All that about... wanting to be taken and stuff- We'll deal with that later. Just, for now, permission. For everything. That's all."

Yeah. Easy.