"Almost."

Deep emotional processing would wait. Possibly forever, if he could book enough time in the training stim rooms to block it out. For now, he's content to be content, a rare experience in his life. One that had only really happened in the past few months. First with Rey, with the knowledge of doing the right in thing in helping her, and lately with Poe. Because it was Poe. No more needed to be said.

On a more superficial, physical level, though, he can't help but note they could make some improvements. The wet sheets were leaching body heat rather than their intended purpose of helping. The warm bundle of pilot on top of him was somewhat compensating, but not quite enough. He opened his mouth for one more, lingering kiss, then the hand on Poe's shoulder slid down so he could tighten an arm around the man's waist, forcing him to sit up (or end up awkwardly sprawled in Finn's lap, the soldier wasn't picky) along with Finn as he shifted to place his feet on the floor over the side of the bed.

As if needed to punctuate the lack of grace he'd shown this whole afternoon, the sheet stuck to his back as he sat up like a terrible mockery of Phasma's cape. But that didn't matter either. Finn was too busy pressing a consolidating kiss to Poe's neck.

"Still wet."