His chest - and his face, though he didn't know it - glowed. He hadn't thought Finn would disagree - they'd spent the last few weeks in close quarters - but there had always been a chance. Always been that slight edge that hinted that things might not be the same, when they got back on base. That all the words exchanged, though still felt, would stay here. Off duty.

So the smile widened into a grin, before he leaned around the table to steal a kiss.

"Perfect." He murmured. "I was afraid I was going to have to pitch a tent outside your door and wax on with terrible poetry."