flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

It takes him a minute to figure out what in the galaxy he's talking about. Long seconds where he doesn't do much more than trace Poe's face and neck, avoiding any helpful tubes or bandages, while he sorts that statement out.

Ah, right. The one person in the universe that might give Poe a run for his money in dragging Finn into dangerous situations- no, that wasn't right. For walking into them and having Finn, of his own free will, charge in after. In all honestly, Rey was winning that competition. For all the insane things he'd done with Poe, he had yet to face off against a Sith Lord in a lightsaber battle with him.

But while she was the logical choice, rather than any fancy speech or declaration of love, his mouth jumped ahead before his brain to seek confirmation, the surprise that she was being brought up now, of all times, obvious.

"Rey?"

"Yeah."

It was a weary sound, a defeated one. He had thought this would be a lot easier than it was. Had thought that he had managed to detach himself enough from the outcome that he could speak now as Finn's friend, rather than anything else. Disconnect how he felt, and just give Finn the truth.

He'd completely overestimated himself.

But he'd started down this path, even if it kind of made him wish his last run had been as lethal as it almost was.

"Rey."

"Rey."

He repeated her name again dumbly, like doing so might summon the woman into the room to help him sort this new, unexpected mess out. Rey hadn't been a topic of conversation when Poe kissed him, or pushed him into the shower, or during any of the seminars on the wonders of flying. Finn wasn't really sure what to do with her being brought up now.

"Yeah...she's important, too. I've got two people in the galaxy, Poe. I'm not letting go of either of them."

He hadn't even really thought about Rey until he had started trying to solve The Problem. Rey had been there in the back of his head, mostly as this figment of legend. He owed her way more than she knew, and now she was off, chasing the Jedi, and if Poe knew anything about the legends of the Jedi... probably becoming one herself.

If anyone in the galaxy could protect Finn, and protect herself - it was probably her.

If anyone in the galaxy could care for the thing that meant the most to him, it was her.

So why did he feel so miserable even trying to think about it?

"You're not going to get rid of me, Finn." He promised, quietly, his vice-grip still firm on Finn's hand. "... I just..." He trailed off, sucking in a breath to try to stop his chest from tearing itself open. "... I'm not the one you should be putting your bets on."

He shouldn't laugh. This was an incredibly important, serious talk. The man he'd spent the past month losing sleep over was more or less turning him down. He shouldn't be even tempted to laugh.

But it was the way he was doing it. Finn couldn't stop the small chuckle from bubbling up. He lifted the hand clinging to his and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

"You deciding me and Rey are getting together? You are a lucky man, Poe. She wouldn't care you're all banged up. She'd kick your ass for even trying to make up our minds for us."

Ironically, the laugh shouldn't have helped, but it did. A little.

Not enough to completely take the sting out of 'make up our minds for us'. He knew he wasn't going to get an outright denial about how Finn felt about Rey, but--

He couldn't help but wonder, how they would have made up their minds if he hadn't brought it up first.

Couldn't help but wonder if he was even going to be party to that conversation.

"I'm not that suicidal," He said, trying to smile and failing. "Not going to tell a Jedi what to do." Even that weak smile faded, and his face set. "... I'm serious, Finn," he said finally. "You were right. I don't-- You don't know what happened to my father, after my mom died. I don't want to do that to anyone. Rey... Rey can take care of herself."

And you, he didn't say.

"If I only get to pick based on who's gonna live the longest? I'm taking BB-8. That guy's invisible."

It was a surreal feeling, being the one making off hand comments in a conversation with Poe. But Poe was just so certain that, instead of breaking his heart like Finn had the vague feeling a real person might respond to, Poe's argument just made the man...irresistible. Perfect, the way he'd always been. For being a selfish, self-sacrificing moron to make up for Finn being a selfish, blind idiot.

"Out of the three of us, Poe, the foot soldier dies first. Until then, just let me live a little. How I want to."

With you. He didn't say it, but he hoped it was at least implied by the kiss he pressed to Poe's forehead.

He couldn't help it, the snorting laugh taking him before he could stop it, even though the jerking motion just made everything else feel worse.

Then Finn kept speaking and all of Poe's carefully built defenses broke. He had absolutely no argument, for that. Absolutely none. How could he possibly deny that request?

His eyes closed as Finn's lips met his forehead.

"... How am I supposed to argue that," He complained, a small, wry smile coming to his lips, but it was warm. Warm, and fond.

"You don't."

Easy enough. After the unexpected difficulty in talking Poe into maybe giving him another chance, Finn decides against trying to absolutely confirm. He was considering them good, and if he didn't ask Poe didn't have a new way to try and twist out of it. Perfect plan.

Rey would be a whole different issue for a whole different time.

"What you do is accept you're grounded for the next month, at least."

Were his eyes wet? Definitely not. Certainly not. He wasn't getting misty while smiling up at Finn, gripping his hand tightly.

"Yes, sir," He replied, hoarse and slightly sarcastic, but fond. Always fond.

"Finally."

What he wanted to do was just curl up around Poe, fall into their normal position of sleeping on the couch after a 'teaching Finn about important media' marathon. But there were the damn wires and injuries and all the other things he hated, yet on some level had to appreciate because they'd finally shaken him awake. Maybe he'd have to step back from leadership roles for a while, but the General might just understand. Of anything, she understood being emotionally compromised during the mission. They'd adjust, work through it. Instead of just turning and running because it was more difficult than he'd thought it should be.

So in the end he leaned in for one soft, chaste, actual kiss, then returned to his chair. After pulling it close enough he could keep one hand around Poe's and a leg tossed up onto the bed, of course.

"Maybe you'll listen to me every once in a while now."

He grinned as he said it, all affection. Of course Poe did listen to him- too well in the case. Finn was just usually all to eager to give in to Poe's argument instead.

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