In love with him. Poe hadn't really- Finn didn't want to draw attention to that word yet. He just stared back at Poe with the warmest, goofiest grin on his face, quiet for a minute as he tried to memorize every little feature of the other's face.

"Tell me anyway." Like he was going to pass that up. "If it's even half as long as I've-" He stopped there with a little laugh. It was love, but he didn't want to say the word and make it weird. Not on purpose, anyway. Not right now.