Finn was perfect. Poe had known this from the first five minutes they'd met, and it had been proven time and time again ever since. Fiercely loyal, protective, with a heart eight times too big for his chest and a mind three times quicker than Poe's, it was no wonder Poe was in love with him. He'd known that first day.
But war was not a good time for romance, and two days later Finn had women crawling all over him. Everyone loved Finn, and Poe could hardly blame them. After all, he was just first among the crowd, right?
He told himself that it was fine, that he didn't have time for romance anyway, that he needed to focus on the war. But the more time he spent with Finn the worse it got, and by the time the war ended he was starting to go nuts.
Maybe he just - needed to meet someone else. Get his mind off his best friend, for a while. He didn't want to lose Finn, and the last thing Finn needed was another admirer he wasn't interested in. So.
The internet it was.
He chose the first free dating site he could find - he was not billing this - signed up under the name HOTSHOT and largely tried to go anonymous so that none of his stupid squadron mates would make fun of him later. Because they would, they absolutely would and he'd never hear the end of it. So, no pictures, save one of a dismantled plane engine. He filled in everything else, but kept a lot of his answers vague.
Then he started searching.
104 results.
He gave a low sigh as he opened the page and browsed through. Force, this was already depressing. No, no, no --
His thumb hovered over a profile. TROOPER it read, and he couldn't help but think of Finn. It wasn't, of course - after all, Rey would probably murder him, right? But it struck a fond enough cord in Poe's chest that he swiped it into the 'yes' category anyway.
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But war was not a good time for romance, and two days later Finn had women crawling all over him. Everyone loved Finn, and Poe could hardly blame them. After all, he was just first among the crowd, right?
He told himself that it was fine, that he didn't have time for romance anyway, that he needed to focus on the war. But the more time he spent with Finn the worse it got, and by the time the war ended he was starting to go nuts.
Maybe he just - needed to meet someone else. Get his mind off his best friend, for a while. He didn't want to lose Finn, and the last thing Finn needed was another admirer he wasn't interested in. So.
The internet it was.
He chose the first free dating site he could find - he was not billing this - signed up under the name HOTSHOT and largely tried to go anonymous so that none of his stupid squadron mates would make fun of him later. Because they would, they absolutely would and he'd never hear the end of it. So, no pictures, save one of a dismantled plane engine. He filled in everything else, but kept a lot of his answers vague.
Then he started searching.
104 results.
He gave a low sigh as he opened the page and browsed through. Force, this was already depressing. No, no, no --
His thumb hovered over a profile. TROOPER it read, and he couldn't help but think of Finn. It wasn't, of course - after all, Rey would probably murder him, right? But it struck a fond enough cord in Poe's chest that he swiped it into the 'yes' category anyway.