For the fifth time that day, Poe nearly asked him for a name. And for the fifth time that day, he talked himself out of it. He hadn’t expected this to come so easy, and he found himself wanting to talk all the time. If the face he pictured on the other end was Finn’s, what harm was there? He knew it wasn’t. He knew it was a pleasant fiction. But he felt like he was making a real connection and he didn’t want to jinx it.

He also really wanted to tell Finn. He always wanted to tell him everything, of course, but he hadn’t felt this hopeful in a while, and wanted to share it. Maybe a piece of him wanted to make Finn jealous. But the other man was distracted, not paying attention to him.

Fine. It didn’t matter.

He kept texting his new friend, instead.

okay so genuine question but how are you actually single

I’m not even saying this to flirt, haha

You just seem like the kind of guy that would have a gaggle of fans

Trust me I’ve seen it :)