"Whoa, whoa, whoa-" Finn grabbed on to Poe's shoulder when he basically flew from the hangar. He had only walked off to the side of the bay doors, far enough away to be safe and close enough to watch people.

Well, he was really there to sulk and pretend he was definitely not sad about what had happened, but that task was gone from his mind now.

"Hang on, Poe. What's wrong? You okay? I thought-" Maybe he needed something for the date. Suggestions or whatever. That would be- Finn almost dreaded whatever Poe was going to say.