[ That's not to say he hasn't been tempted, or at least curious; he's also not so sheltered that he doesn't know what happens on this ship sometimes, especially since his own bunk is pretty close to others and late at night, certain sounds can only usually ever mean one thing is going on, but he doesn't want it to be just something casual, built around the physical. Maybe that's why he's waited as long as he has, because for him, there are only two people he's ever seriously thought about doing that with, and one of them is sitting up in the bed next to him right now.
But this is different, something he doesn't want to rush into but at the same time, there's a rightness in it, and it's starting to provide context for all of the things he's been feeling since he first got on this ship. Obviously he doesn't expect all of the same from Poe either, since he didn't experience all of the same events, but maybe Finn's daring to let himself hope that that doesn't matter, especially now that he's here and Poe's signaled that he wants this to happen too. ]
What? No.
[ He shakes his head, manages a scoff, air through pursed lips, and then realizes his arms are folded across his chest before relaxing them, dropping his hands down — which means that his hand ends up resting on top of Poe's, that direct touch enough to activate the empathy bond, and Finn almost pulls away before he realizes this is what he wants to feel too, that reassurance. His own emotions are complicated — there's nervousness, sure, based in the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and doesn't want to be disappointing, but there's also interest, admiration, attraction. It all threads through where they touch, and Finn glances down as he slowly, carefully interlocks their fingers, palm pressing against Poe's knuckles. ]
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But this is different, something he doesn't want to rush into but at the same time, there's a rightness in it, and it's starting to provide context for all of the things he's been feeling since he first got on this ship. Obviously he doesn't expect all of the same from Poe either, since he didn't experience all of the same events, but maybe Finn's daring to let himself hope that that doesn't matter, especially now that he's here and Poe's signaled that he wants this to happen too. ]
What? No.
[ He shakes his head, manages a scoff, air through pursed lips, and then realizes his arms are folded across his chest before relaxing them, dropping his hands down — which means that his hand ends up resting on top of Poe's, that direct touch enough to activate the empathy bond, and Finn almost pulls away before he realizes this is what he wants to feel too, that reassurance. His own emotions are complicated — there's nervousness, sure, based in the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and doesn't want to be disappointing, but there's also interest, admiration, attraction. It all threads through where they touch, and Finn glances down as he slowly, carefully interlocks their fingers, palm pressing against Poe's knuckles. ]