Finn thinks about Slip for a second, in spite of everything. Just while he's getting noogied so aggressively that he's starting to suspect Poe plans on physically pushing words into his brain. Just while he has a moment where he can have the thought.
(Slip could have done better in a place like the Resistance. He could have done better anywhere else in the universe, where someone could look out for him without drawing unwanted attention.)
Then he catches the rest of the way up with what he's hearing, and the weight of it is... unexpected. With Rey, he had a chance to make things up to her properly-- lied, but came clean about it before the end. Left, but came back. Nothing was perfect, but it balanced out.
You're a good man.
That sits heaviest of all.
Finn's expression softens in a split-second, and he doesn't bother trying to smooth it back out. ]
... all right.
[ He'll find a way to make it right with Poe. As much as he can. If he ever can. Because he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve this. ]
It won't happen again. [ Finn reaches out this time without giving it much thought, catches hold of one of Poe's wrists. ] It won't.
[ And not just because this might be his post-lightsaber afterlife. No, Finn doesn't put stock into third chances. He'll do whatever he needs to do to make sure this second one doesn't crash and burn.
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Finn thinks about Slip for a second, in spite of everything. Just while he's getting noogied so aggressively that he's starting to suspect Poe plans on physically pushing words into his brain. Just while he has a moment where he can have the thought.
(Slip could have done better in a place like the Resistance. He could have done better anywhere else in the universe, where someone could look out for him without drawing unwanted attention.)
Then he catches the rest of the way up with what he's hearing, and the weight of it is... unexpected. With Rey, he had a chance to make things up to her properly-- lied, but came clean about it before the end. Left, but came back. Nothing was perfect, but it balanced out.
You're a good man.
That sits heaviest of all.
Finn's expression softens in a split-second, and he doesn't bother trying to smooth it back out. ]
... all right.
[ He'll find a way to make it right with Poe. As much as he can. If he ever can. Because he's pretty sure he doesn't deserve this. ]
It won't happen again. [ Finn reaches out this time without giving it much thought, catches hold of one of Poe's wrists. ] It won't.
[ And not just because this might be his post-lightsaber afterlife. No, Finn doesn't put stock into third chances. He'll do whatever he needs to do to make sure this second one doesn't crash and burn.
He can do this. ]