"No." The word was so instant, so firm, cutting off Finn before he could finish his sentence. Finn was making it worse, and Poe could only deal with one of their hearts at a time. He could work to make sure Finn wasn't hurt, but not with that kind of assault. The last - the last thing he wanted to think about right now was anyone else. It made his throat tighten to even hear Finn say it. His eyes felt hot, and he felt like a prize moron, so he smiled. Smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, that was decades worth of practice.

"Nah, I think I'm good," He said, trying to make it sound easy. "You're right. This kind of thing isn't for guys like us. Not when I'm more likely to come back in a box than in a cockpit." The last was almost bitter, and he did step back then. "So just - it's fine, Finn. It's alright. Don't worry about it."