[ He thinks about saying that his offer is still on the table. Doesn't matter if he made it a little while back in a too-quiet hospital room or if it was a year ago (and it sometimes feels like it), he'd still hold to it. If Poe Dameron said "help me kill him," Finn would find a way. The people he's found are the first things he's had worth fighting for. More than ever in this place.

Poe probably already knows that, though.

So Finn hugs him back instead, a gesture that, for all the time and opportunities he's had to get used to doing it, never comes from something so small as a sense of obligation. Lets Poe's almost tagged-on corrections get a huff out of him. ]

I'm not sure I know anyone who does go out looking for it. Probably says something about our luck.

[ Smash cut to the near future as an example, basically.

Assuming either of them actually did go out looking for a fight, he'd like to think they'd invite each other along for the ride. He'd like to think they're about on that level. ]

Look, I'm not mad. Okay? But the next time you want me to say I'm glad you're not dead, you really don't have to put so much work into the setup.

[ Weak-ass joking is all he's got in his spur-of-the-moment "see I'm really not mad" arsenal so far. It's a work in progress. ]