"Alright then, Big Deal," he teased - it was a name that had gotten around, even before Finn had mentioned it to him, himself. "Mission engaged."

He felt it, too. It was impossible not to. Even if they didn't go back there, something was going to happen. Maybe if he had kept to the actual plan, it would be different. But even then he was fooling himself.

So on the way back to his rooms he started telling Finn about his mission - recon straight into enemy space and nearly got shot out of the sky again - while his brain ran in the background.

The risks were the same as they had been, four days ago, except that something finally clicked. It was stupid that it hadn't already. But the premise of the whole thing was suddenly so much clearer.

Yes, he was going to get himself hurt. That was a given, at this point. But running hadn't helped, hadn't lessened the hard tug in his chest. If anything, it made it worse. But Finn - that was different. Finn deserved his friendship - deserved whatever he wanted from Poe, if he was honest.

And he'd been treating him like shit. Running? What kind of asshole was he? No. He could take this. As long as he didn't get Finn hurt, then it would be fine.

Or at least that is what his body managed to convince him, as they drew up to the door.

He hit the access panel and strolled inside, immediately moving to change out of his flight suit, still talking --

"So as soon as I zipped around the asteroid, I kicked into hyper space. Made sure to take a couple jumps on my way, and headed home."