Finn

They had been tasked with traveling to the other side of the galaxy to collect supplies that would then be delivered to some of their more isolated allies. It was an easy trip all things considered. There was little chance of First Order face-offs or any other antagonistic parties. And yet, for some reason, Finn felt tenser than he had any right to be.

It had been a while since he'd traveled alone with Rey and Poe. He was happy, of course, to spend time with the two of them, but ever since he had come to terms with his feelings for them, he had found it difficult to act normal around them. In the close quarters of the Falcon, there were plenty of accidental touches and bumping into someone's personal space. Once he'd felt the tickle of some of Rey's loose hair as they passed by each other. Another time he and Poe had reached for the same control and their hands had rested together for a moment. Every time Finn laughed it off, attempting to appear like his usual self, but inside he was panicking. What if they figured him out? When if they realized how he felt and wanted nothing to do with him. Rey and Poe were two of his closest friends and he didn't want to jeopardize that.

So he kept any romantic thoughts to himself, trying to persuade himself that he was content with how things were.

At the moment, he was trying to focus on one of the holos in the main deck, but quite honestly, he wouldn't have been able to tell anyone what he was watching. His mind kept wandering to thoughts of Rey and Poe.

He sighed and slumped deeper into his seat, resting his head back. Pathetic. He was truly pathetic.