Finn was afraid, sure - he could admit it to a certain point - but his love would always win out. He would always keep trying to help so long as he knew Poe needed it. And he was about to ensure as much when Poe spoke again and the words died.

It really didn't matter what he said, anyway. Actions spoke louder... That could be the phrase to sum up this whole thing, he figured.

Finn nodded, bowing his head and stepping back, not sure if Poe asked to get permission or if he wanted to be that far away from him. Both, probably. Both had reasonable standing. Either way, he didn't speak up for the moment.