[ It might become very clear sooner rather than later that Finn has absolutely no idea what he's doing when it comes to... this, the possibility of intimacy with anyone. It's not even necessarily that it might be with Poe specifically, because the nerves would be present if it were Rey too, most of his self-consciousness dredged up in the fact that he's never done anything more than kiss either one of them before. Of course, he has very concrete memories of sharing a bed with Poe, not just on the Sarano world but on the ice planet before it — even if Poe doesn't remember that one, the morning he'd woken up with the other man's arms around him and they'd fallen into an exchange of lazy kisses that hadn't managed to build up into anything more. But he'd felt it then, the heat that had kindled low in his belly; it's the same heat he had felt looking at that image that had been sent to him, however inadvertently. He doesn't really know what to do with that, but the fact that it keeps happening is probably significant somehow.
He comes into the room, glancing around at the other bunks — empty right now, though that might not stay true depending on the time — and shuffles forward, his hands jammed in the pockets of his Danae-issued jumpsuit even though he's wearing a t-shirt on top with most of the jumpsuit hanging from his hips, long sleeves tied around his waist. ]
No, no, I'm... I knew where to go.
[ He looks at that open spot for a second and then drops down with a soft groan of effort, although he tries to keep to his own space so he's not necessarily encroaching on Poe's too much. Easier thought than done, though, when they're in a bunk that isn't really built for sleeping more than once person comfortably. ]
I don't have to keep what you sent me, you know. If you want me to erase it.
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He comes into the room, glancing around at the other bunks — empty right now, though that might not stay true depending on the time — and shuffles forward, his hands jammed in the pockets of his Danae-issued jumpsuit even though he's wearing a t-shirt on top with most of the jumpsuit hanging from his hips, long sleeves tied around his waist. ]
No, no, I'm... I knew where to go.
[ He looks at that open spot for a second and then drops down with a soft groan of effort, although he tries to keep to his own space so he's not necessarily encroaching on Poe's too much. Easier thought than done, though, when they're in a bunk that isn't really built for sleeping more than once person comfortably. ]
I don't have to keep what you sent me, you know. If you want me to erase it.