Poe was thrashing Finn's very last bit of willpower, but it was still there. Damn it all, it was still there. So Finn grabbed Poe's wandering wrist and almost, but on second thought didn't, turn around. The would probably be easier without looking at the man. Or having Poe's problem he could feel against his lower back directly against his.

"What part of this's the compromise, Poe? You're not resting. Out of bed, getting the bandages drenched. Seems more like your way."