What was he typ- Finn's comm chimed and instinct made him take a look to see a... message from HOTSHOT...
He looked up to Poe with a blank face, eyes wide and visibly frightened. That couldn't be. But it was. The proof was right here. How was he supposed to- to- to take this? He'd been texting Poe the whole time? Telling him about his romance drama and flirting and planning dates? Texting someone who wasn't interested in the first place?
Or- Hadn't HOTSHOT talked about- Wait, were they-
Finn did nothing. There was nothing he could do. He stared at Poe, gaping, comm barely held in his hand.
no subject
He looked up to Poe with a blank face, eyes wide and visibly frightened. That couldn't be. But it was. The proof was right here. How was he supposed to- to- to take this? He'd been texting Poe the whole time? Telling him about his romance drama and flirting and planning dates? Texting someone who wasn't interested in the first place?
Or- Hadn't HOTSHOT talked about- Wait, were they-
Finn did nothing. There was nothing he could do. He stared at Poe, gaping, comm barely held in his hand.
"You- You were-" What should he say!?