When Poe hadn't come back that night, Finn put a note in the system to have him notified when the man's X-wing was back in orbit. He'd done it without thought at the time, then thought of almost nothing else since. He should have canceled it. The whole way that afternoon had gone already had him on edge, an itch under his skin that would have been there even if they'd just taken the damn shower and properly parted ways. This little admission of how close he wanted to watch the man wasn't helping.

I'm going to keep this.

It hadn't been an entirely new feeling. In fact, it was close to the one that had nearly sent him running to the outer rim. He had a life now, one that was his and no one else. Something he'd do anything to keep. But then he'd had to pick the kind of person he wanted to be and ended up chasing after some crazy girl from Jakku. He'd just started coming to terms about that. Having that possessiveness focused on an entirely different person...what the hell was wrong with him. This wasn't how it worked.

He should have canceled the damn request. But that would have drawn more attention to it than just letting it be. So after this mission, he'd cancel it. Make it clear it was just this once. Not a long term thing.

Still, in the here and now he had to live with knowledge Poe had touched down. He'd nearly gone straight to the hanger, but shot the idea down. He was too on edge to go running to him. Instead he focused on the training program in front of him, a historical Clone Wars battle where he, for once, was fighting against the clone arm. A weird feeling, considering he knew the ins and outs of every stormtrooper movement from the hours upon hours he'd spent fighting with them in the Order. But knowing just how out numbered his imaginary unit was only helped him focus totally on this, pushing the fact Poe was somewhere on the base again straight into the back of his mind.