Finn didn't sleep either. He pretended for longer than Poe did, though, barely cracking his eyes open as the other man left. Whether or not he tricked Poe was up in the air, but Finn didn't really care, anyway.

Now with his eyes open, he held Rey for a while longer, trying and failing to quiet his mind. After a long while of feeling her sweet breath against his skin, Finn gave up and gently raised the back of her shirt. He saw the edges of one pale scar, enough to confirm what he'd seen before, then rubbing her back as he let the cloth go again.

He had to tell Poe. He could not tell Poe. The other would be furious, jumping to conclusions. These marks could have been from anything.

But they were ultimately from the fact that they weren't there. That's what hurt the most.

Though he knew that Poe needed him right now, he couldn't let himself leave Rey's warmth. Not after coming into their lives again after so long away and not after this revelation. He stayed where he was for hours, waiting quietly and holding her close.