As nice a picture as a repentant Poe was, it really wasn't the kind of after-glow Finn enjoyed. But it did say something. It wasn't a carefully planned story, one made just for Finn and his (apparent) inevitable marriage and eternal destiny with Rey. He licked his lips for a moment, thinking, then rolled his shoulders to free his, likely by now bruised, wrists. He only partly tore the shirt, and that was fine. He was getting used to just taking Poe's clothing and they needed something to clean up with before getting back in the speeder.

"Don't be."