Maybe I never planned on dying. [ he gets back into basically the same position he was before, using his good arm to hold himself over finn with the injured one against his chest in a less supportive capacity. and then he kisses him for the millionth time (gotta make up for all that lost time ... those weeks or however long), pulling back with a grin. ] It was a strategy to get you to confess to me. I'm actually brilliant, did you know that?

[being held was part of his strategy too. he's pleased with it. this is all part of his plan. that he made up just now.]