Birds chattered in the trees around them, the soft scents of the fir needles carried on the air. "I know they're helping. They're trying to. Even Kylo is," he murmured the last bit.
Poe really was slick with his flirtations. Sometimes Finn felt like he should roll his eyes at the lines he was fed. Every time he forewent that expression because he liked the lines too much. The blush that settled on his cheeks spoke volumes of that delight. Licking his lips, he paused in his climb. Touches here and there, physical connection flooded his senses still. A few months at the hotel would not overwrite that part of his touch starvation from before.
"I'm not sure they'd all like to be against me like you do." Rey, sure. Not likely Kylo or Hux.