Yeah.

[now that there are words, poe snaps out of his ... i don't even know, his euphoric fugue state and remembers that they are hugging in a hallway and finn is saying things to him.]

I know! [he at least embraces the statement with enthusiasm, because he is in the same place on the romantic scale tbh. he reiterates in a slightly calmer but not really voice:] I know. Every time — I kept thinking I was gonna lose you, and I — but then you were okay.

[that was a bunch of words that all tried to come out at the same time and barely made any sense at all, but he calms down with] You're okay.

[he's pro the whole steven universe thing, ftr. given how he forgot where the heck he even was for a minute there, just never being anywhere without finn ever again would be great. he tries to find more words. less stupid words. whenever he's around finn it's like his brain just completely shuts off. it's an embarrassment. he'll never be able to have an intelligible conversation with him. maybe if they become the same person he'll just know what is happening in the rapidfire of his mind.] I'm sorry — I shouldn't have — I shouldn't have done that, right? On the Finalizer. That was — I wasn't thinking.

[there are so many things he could be talking about; good luck nancy drew-ing that hot mess. rip.]