[ The relaxed moments where they just wrap themselves around each other, pressing into slow, lazy kisses and idle caresses, mean just as much to Poe as anything they do when they're eagerly stripping off clothes and going at it like a couple of horny teenagers. He'd thought that he was past that stage, but being with Finn has made him feel all kinds of new things. It's still different now, he's all about the intimacy wherever they get it, whether it's this or just clasped hands and leaning against each other or much more intense expressions of how they feel about each other. So it's not really any surprise that he's intensely regretful that he can't just soak in all of this sorely needed affection and love and relief.
He can't hide it though, can he? Finn's always been able to see straight through his attempts, weak as they usually are, at acting like nothing's on his mind, sometimes he's just considerate enough not to press the issue, typically preferring to wait until Poe comes around on his own. And it always happens, sooner or later, because he's that bad at keeping anything bottled up for long. And he's terrible at letting anything go.
It's not good. Finn can probably guess as much from the way Poe's eyes only meet his for a couple of seconds before they're closing, and he sighs. He's not letting go, not by a long shot, but he's got a sinking feeling that he might have to, despite it being the last thing he wants to do right now.
Better just to get it out. It's not going to get any easier. ]
What you saw in the mirror, he was here while you were trapped over there.
[ The mirror thing makes more sense now. It really was a reflection that was completely reversed, taking everything that makes Finn Finn and twisting it beyond recognition. ]
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He can't hide it though, can he? Finn's always been able to see straight through his attempts, weak as they usually are, at acting like nothing's on his mind, sometimes he's just considerate enough not to press the issue, typically preferring to wait until Poe comes around on his own. And it always happens, sooner or later, because he's that bad at keeping anything bottled up for long. And he's terrible at letting anything go.
It's not good. Finn can probably guess as much from the way Poe's eyes only meet his for a couple of seconds before they're closing, and he sighs. He's not letting go, not by a long shot, but he's got a sinking feeling that he might have to, despite it being the last thing he wants to do right now.
Better just to get it out. It's not going to get any easier. ]
What you saw in the mirror, he was here while you were trapped over there.
[ The mirror thing makes more sense now. It really was a reflection that was completely reversed, taking everything that makes Finn Finn and twisting it beyond recognition. ]