[ The warm lips pressing against his neck are a distraction, one that has Poe tipping his head back with an approving sigh, though not so much of one that he can't pull Finn over to that cot propped against the back wall. He's grateful that it's stronger than it looks, and not for the first time, as he shrugs his arms out of his jacket, tossing it in the direction of the desk before he's tugging Finn down with him, into his lap without actually breaking the kiss that temporarily pauses the conversation entirely. It feels good, kissing Finn like this, letting all those emotions just roll into it. Not that he wasn't doing that before too, it's just different now that those nagging uncertainties have melted away.

He was half expecting another scolding, honestly, if a gentle one, over not telling Finn about these things when they were obviously wearing him down. But in this particular case they were both avoiding the issue for their own reasons, as irrational as they might have been, and now that he's actually saying these things out loud it's obvious that they're not worth getting worked up over. Especially not now, now that everything feels like it's falling into place for them against seemingly impossible odds. ]

I want you to be happy. [ He's still kissing and sucking on Finn's lower lip in between murmured words, still torn between wanting to get all of this out and focusing on what his hands are doing. Which currently involves skimming across Finn's shoulders, gradually sliding down his back. ] I always have. So if that made you happy, I'd find a way to live with it.

[ Which is more or less the potential arrangement he was expecting to happen with Rey, so it wasn't like those thoughts were new to him. They were just a lot harder to swallow after realizing just how hard he'd fallen for Finn in ways that weren't platonic at all. ]

You deserve that. [ He slips his hands back up to cup Finn's face between them. ] To be happy. To be with people who love you. I could never take any of that away from you.