The door wasn't locked, but the sound of it opening didn't exactly jar Finn. He knew it was Poe because it could be no one else... or maybe because the Force told him but the latter idea made him sick.

Still, despite his initial lack of a reaction, that didn't mean this was a good time. His hands pushed through his hair before he turned to look at the door and his visitor. It was hard to pretend he was breathing steadily, though, or that he was fine.

"Hey," Finn started, trying to keep it simple but the word came out breathless. "Sorry, I lost track of time."