He'd known it was coming. It was Poe. Even before he'd been injured and converted all his pent up energy into trying to get Finn to spend more time in bed, he'd been physically affectionate. Which suited Finn fine. More than that. It was part of the perfection. After years of essentially no skin on skin contact, not even a hand shake or accidental bump of shoulders, for weeks and months at a time Finn found touch as nourishing as water, as air, now that he could get it whenever he wanted. He'd discovered it when he'd grabbed Rey's hand on Jakku and hadn't stopped loving it since.

So while Poe was supposed to be getting straight to resting, Finn had to admit, to himself at least, that it'd been a conscious choice to let the man have his way for a little bit. It felt good, even better when his tipped his head back and placed a hand over Poe's on his waist, lightly running his finger tips over the bones he could just feel under the skin. But, he promised himself, it was just for a minute.

"Mm? Why's that?"