Finn gave the bandages one last look over, confirming they were all replaced to satisfaction. Then he shifted slightly, arms going around Poe again and hands...well, he wished he could think of a better term than petting. But his thoughts were more occupied listening to Poe, both his words and his body language. So petting would have to work for the light stroking, all fondness without any intent to turn it back to sex. Just fingers running along Poe's arm, his neck, the edge of a bandage. Anywhere he could reach without having to shift the man in his arms.

"Speaking from experience on that one?"