Ah, there it was. That familiar feeling of his heart dropping into his stomach - though it didn't break his smile. But there was the unnatural stillness, the uncertain edge. That gentle voice somewhere in the back of his mind: Shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to.

But it wasn't a real answer, and it didn't satisfy. His hand slipped lower, pressed against Finn's sternum as he shifted his weight backward a little so he could meet Finn's gaze.

"I think you underestimate my competitive streak," He said wryly, with a smirk. But then the smirk faded slightly. Time to cut through the bullshit. "Come on, Finn. You can talk to me."