Finn let him go. That was the point of all this, after all. He released Poe's wrist and simply...let him go. Rather than looking at the man he stared down at his own hands, flexing the fingers slowly in front of his knees.

It had to be done. Had to. He wasn't the kind of guy that could sit quietly in the base, reading intel and debating the most politically advantageous moves. He was a soldier. He belonged in the field. Nor could he live in some imaginary world where he and Poe would never run into the same battle field again. That wasn't how they lived. They- he- could watch a comrade fly into danger. Did it everyday. Could do for a comrade what he couldn't do with a...what Poe was to him right now. They needed to go back to how they started.

"I'm sorry."