He'd already grabbed for his pants on the chair, his comm in the pocket, but he pause mid stride, looking back at Finn.

Or we could stay inside and then no one would have to know, Finn's voice seemed to say in the back of his mind, and any interest he had left in sex faded utterly. He still smiled, though, and bit his lip while glancing at him for effect, but then made a show of pausing and fishing out his comm.

He cursed, lowly, and hurriedly started getting dressed, pulling his pants on and grabbing a shirt before hurrying over to press a kiss to the top of Finn's forehead, and then to his lips.

"Sorry, I gotta go. Make yourself comfortable, okay? I'll be back later."