Poe reached down, grabbing Finn's shirt and tugging it roughly, bunching it in his hand until his knuckles went white.

But his expression twisted into something frustrated and pained, and finally he just let go, pulling right off him and off the bed, taking several steps back as he swore.

"Damn it. Damn it. What did I do? Why are you looking at me like that?"

But he refused to get any closer, slumping down against the far wall instead and putting his head in his hands, fingers curling tightly against his scalp.