[ his expression falls. he'd gotten enough of the picture to piece that finn had been reconditioned, that he lost his memories of everything that had happened after he escaped, that he was kind of a nervous wreck, but it comes to him in waves just what all that means. how much of finn was affected. and it hurts. seeing the person he cares about more than anyone else in the entire galaxy in pain hurts.

furthermore, it makes him confront the idea that maybe ... this is just how finn is now. maybe he'd never remember anything, maybe he'd always be an anxious mess who wasn't sure what was even real or not.

while it rekindles his burning rage to destroy the entire first order with his bare hands somehow, it's a burning rage set on the backburner, because mostly the whole thing just breaks his heart.

but he'd never give up on finn, no matter what. if he never stopped being scared or disassociating, he would deal with it. they would deal with it together. he'd do whatever he could to help him. finn deserved that much. and that's what you do for people you love.

he goes for the face touch again. palm cupping his cheek. ]

I'm real, buddy. I'm real, this is real. It's all real. I'm Poe Dameron, I'm touching you, you're on Coruscant. Real.