Poe’s lungs were almost struggling to keep up, and he wet his lips.

“Uh huh.” Eloquent. “And you’re Trooper.”

He sounded like he was in awe of it. He swallowed, brushing knuckles against Finn’s jaw.

It was quiet and almost hesitant when he asked: “So when you were talking about a friend you were trying to get over...”

Please don’t be Rey. Or Rose. Or anyone but him.