"But she's still yours." It wasn't really a question. Mostly because he didn't really want to hear the affirmation of it. But it was a - relief, at least, in a weird way, and he pawed at the side of throat, fingers skimming over bruises. As if to ground himself, and remind himself. Finn loved him. He didn't have a doubt in his mind, about that. And he loved Rey. Unsaid, sure, but he didn't have a doubt about that either.

It wouldn't bother him half so much if he had any idea what would happen when she got home. Or if he wasn't acutely aware of the fact that Finn, never having really had a family, would want one.

As long as he had a place in it, for however long he managed to keep living, that was fine.