He felt the stumble but had basically nothing in him to help them stay upright, so he was hazily glad that Finn, at least, had better reflexes. (Remind him not to try this while flying.)

His hand let go, stabilizing on Finn's hip, as he turned his eyes up to meet his gaze.

He'd go up against a hundred Starkillers if it meant Finn would look at him that way again.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little rough. He didn't quite trust his legs yet, but he leaned in, taking a slow, almost lazy kiss.

"You got me."