Finn shook his head but didn't know how to comfort Poe, not when he was still shaking like this. His limbs pulled tight together, wishing they could be closer but also knowing that wouldn't be a good idea for either of them right now.

"That's not true," he said sharply even though it still wavered. "I don't know what I'm doing either. If I knew, you wouldn't... feel like this."

But if he didn't know then-... "Maybe we need to talk to someone. Both of us. Someone who... knows what the hell we're supposed to do." If it was both of them, together, he could ensure that no one misunderstood. He could make sure no one allowed Poe to get in trouble.

Or that's how it was working in his mind right now, as distant as he was.