[ Somehow the lack of accusation, or anger or even really reproach, hasn't really sunk in just yet. Maybe it's because Poe's expecting a but to follow, some sort of confession, of an irrevocable change in how all of this has worked between them so far. Sure, he's been there before, but never with someone who he had this many feelings for, definitely never also with someone else he felt so strongly about. All the pieces are there, he just hasn't dared to hope that they would just fit so easily together. ]

I know, I know, I should have. I was going to, I just-

[ Finn's question takes some of the wind out of his sails as far as trying to talk his way in and out of a conversation without ever actually having to hear the words he's been dreading the most. It's the last thing he expected to hear, especially after all this, and it takes him a second to adjust, especially when he's not even sure he could be hearing that right. It's such a simple answer too, just as straightforward as if it's the only logical conclusion that anyone could have come to.

It's hard to argue with it, and honestly he doesn't really want to try. It's just going to take a minute or two to fully sink in. ]

I meant in the way of you two being together. [ Obviously, but yeah, he's getting that he's not seeing the full picture here, which has him frowning, his lips pressed tight together. It's not that he doubts Finn, he just doesn't understand yet. ] Finn, I know how you feel about her.

[ Who wouldn't? Finn was willing to march right back into the heart of the First Order for her, and Poe knew better than anyone just how desperate he was to escape their reach. The first words out of Finn's mouth when he woke up afterward were to ask where she was. He could hear the old ache in Finn's voice when he spoke of her here, of time spent together that must have ended abruptly, just like his own apparent departure. ]