Finn breathed a laugh. "Yeah. Sure. Let's call it that." It was just about the best explanation he could come up with.

He leaned his head away to give himself just enough room to peck a kiss against Rey's forehead and then Poe's. There was still hurt here swirling around them, and he didn't know what it was from or what it was for. All he knew was that he wanted to fix it.

Finn rested his forehead against theirs. "Should-... How are we doing this? Do people do this?" He's heard of it, sure, but he didn't know how it worked or if it even worked successfully at all.