Now that was a hell of a thing to say, and Finn closed his eyes for a moment as his imagination helpfully supplied a few ideas. But that probably wasn't helping things on Poe's end.

"Not like that. Just, uh. Not used to that much down time...not flying out again in the morning, are you?"

Time. Personal time, specifically, was another concept to get used to. Doing non-leader approved activities. Like letting his hand move from the center of Poe's chest down to his stomach then back up again. The good kind of downtime.