[It's the warmth of Poe's knuckles that soothes the sharpness in his shoulders left behind in the wake of Rey's exit. Flush coloring his cheeks when he flicks a warm stare over the span of his shoulder.] Thanks.
[From there it's easy to wait for Poe to scrub off (Finn doesn't; just sits at the edge of the room like a man with somewhere to be and more importantly someone to be with) staring out of the corner of his peripheral vision, fingers folded tightly in his lap. Everything feels quiet all at once and he isn't nervous, but having Poe near? It helps.
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[From there it's easy to wait for Poe to scrub off (Finn doesn't; just sits at the edge of the room like a man with somewhere to be and more importantly someone to be with) staring out of the corner of his peripheral vision, fingers folded tightly in his lap. Everything feels quiet all at once and he isn't nervous, but having Poe near? It helps.
It always has.]