"Best friend I've ever had."

His eyelids flickered, hips lips twitching with them, in the smallest smile that perhaps he'd ever given Finn.

It's not like he hadn't done his own thinking, while they were apart. It wasn't like he hadn't spent the weeks turning Finn's words over in his mind and cursing himself for being an idiot. He had known. He had known, and he had still made the mistake.

He couldn't play this half way, and he knew that now. He'd gone and jumped all-in and he couldn't drag himself back out, now.

He might be Finn's first friend, but he wasn't his last. And he knew - in that vague, not-going-to-think-about-it kind of way, that he wasn't even necessarily Finn's best friend. That there was someone else waiting for him.

Someone else who could drag his ass back out of the fire better than Poe ever could.

"... But I'm not all you have, Finn."