He hadn't expected a reply, obviously, but he also had barely noticed he had said it. (He never really stopped talking, unless you were a First Order Interrogator.) Finn's fingers on his thighs were such a perfect answer, though, regardless of what he said, that he sucked in a hard breath, his head rolling back to rest against the wall of the shower, his fingernails digging harder into Finn's scalp, almost pulling him in closer, if it weren't for the fact that he kept holding himself back from doing that.