Poe scrubbed his face agressively and sunk back down against the opposite wall, pulling his knees up to his chest. He was still painfully aroused, he could barely think around it, but he refused to hurt Finn. He refused.

"I don't know what I doing," He admitted, his voice low and rough as he buried his face in his hands. "I don't know when I'm doing the right thing or the wrong thing unless I'm in a fucking cockpit. I should just - I should just never leave it."