The tightness in his chest relaxed a little, reflecting in his expression.

"Yeah," He answered, honestly, his voice warm.

He knew it was a bad idea, too. Or at least, part of him knew. But there was another part of him - a loud, newborn part of him - that wanted to shoot anything in the universe that would keep him from Finn. That would take on an entire fleet, single handed.

He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

"I want you to stay."