"It's not about the memories," he said quickly. It had been, once. It had been a lot about the memories. But now...?
He stepped in closer, reaching out to adjust Finn's tie without quite looking at him.
"You've been so close - right there - this whole time, and yet I had to hold myself back like there was a glass wall between us. I don't care about the memories, Finn. You could have forgotten everything - could have forgotten me and the resistance and the escape from the Finalizer - and it wouldn't matter. Because it isn't the memories that make you. I know that, now."
He finished fiddling, and looked up to meet Finn's eyes, swallowing. "You know I love you, right?" He asked quietly. "Not - not as something separate, from before, but - but you. Here. Now."
"So, yeah. If you want to do this, I want to do this, too. I want to give you whatever you want."
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He stepped in closer, reaching out to adjust Finn's tie without quite looking at him.
"You've been so close - right there - this whole time, and yet I had to hold myself back like there was a glass wall between us. I don't care about the memories, Finn. You could have forgotten everything - could have forgotten me and the resistance and the escape from the Finalizer - and it wouldn't matter. Because it isn't the memories that make you. I know that, now."
He finished fiddling, and looked up to meet Finn's eyes, swallowing. "You know I love you, right?" He asked quietly. "Not - not as something separate, from before, but - but you. Here. Now."
"So, yeah. If you want to do this, I want to do this, too. I want to give you whatever you want."