Without a word, without a thought, he pressed a solid kiss to the center of Poe's palm. His moving, living palm, and it didn't matter it'd been the better part of two months. What was time in the face of belonging.

But Poe had said something. Even over the pounding of his heart and head he'd heard that. And there was no banter that sprang to mind. No easy, casual answer that would smooth this all over and make things right again in a snap. Poe might have managed it. Poe would have the words. But Finn had to live as himself, with all the limitations that came with it.

"I missed you."