Poe could have stabbed him and it would have hurt less. Finn swallowed and didn't answer for a moment. There was no answer to that, and he couldn't exactly beg Poe to believe him without proof. Even Base One wasn't-

Oh.

He quietly pulled out his phone, brought up his photo album, and showed the first on to Poe. The two of them sitting outside their units back at base. "That was from six months ago. We don't get to leave when we want. The porter controls everything. Trust me, we've tried. You've threatened to blow it up more than once."

He motioned for Poe to just take the phone and look himself, mostly sure that there was nothing... romantic on there. That was another conversation they needed to have and soon but maybe not right this second.