Finn leaned up, risking one hand cupping the back of Poe's neck while he pressed his lips against his despite the game. He didn't know the history. Not yet. But he knew Poe, trusted Poe, and nothing would change that fact.

"Same. Poe...whatever happens, I know. I know what you're going for. I'll tell you."

One more kiss, a hard press against those bruises. Even in this position, Poe was his.

"I love you."