Hope was blooming so bright and hot in his chest that he was sure he could feel the echo of it in Finn, somewhere across the other side of the palace. He was always aware of his other half, and he knew Finn was aware of him. It didn't even occur to him, that Finn might be jealous, or wouldn't want him to do this. If Finn had kissed her first, he'd feel nothing but joy - and maybe yearning to join them.

But his heart felt so full, so centered, that he didn't even realise she was talking about Finn.

"Yes we should," he whispered, reading her panic for nervousness, his own heart drumming wildy. He raised his hands to cup both sides of her face, tilting it up towards him. "We should again. Stay, Rey. Stay--" And he leaned in again, pressing her back a little further so that a single step would have her pressed against the wall, aiming to steal another, deeper kiss--