"Yeah, I thought that might be the case," Poe admitted, unable to take his eyes off him.

"But you're your own man, now," He pointed out, reaching out to pat Finn's shoulder. "Get to have your own gun, your own jacket, and everything." He might have been teasing a little there, his eyes twinkling.

"You get to make your own decisions, your own choices, about what you-- want." He finished lamely. He'd been going strong until the last moment, realising what he was saying, and was forced to shift his towel a little.

"I'll do everything in my power to see it happen."