Worse would've been dead, Finn's pretty sure, but there's no point in arguing that nonsense. Not when Poe's taking this conversation in a different direction than expected. Finn hadn't expected a parade welcoming him back, not after how they'd left things. Anger he would've understood, but this?

He really was an idiot. Somewhere along the line he'd wrapped himself so tightly in his own issues he missed Poe's.

"At the first friend I ever had?"

There was one small advantage to having this conversation now. Finn could trail his fingers along Poe's cheek without the other man being able to do much about it.

"Nah. I was doomed from the minute I decided I needed a pilot."