[ That sort of warmth tends to work its way into their kisses whenever they linger in them long enough, whatever mood they happen to be in, but even that is a reassuring undercurrent to their embraces, a passion that runs deep regardless of whether or not they're at odds. They can, and have, gotten carried away right here under the trees.

Right now though he's searching for her eyes once he can resist the pull he feels toward her mouth. If anything's going to settle her and assuage those fears and regrets that are still clinging to her, it may be the unwavering confidence and acceptance that she sees in those dark, serious eyes, one that's equally matched by the gentle brush of his thumbs across her jawline, soft and affectionate and subtly possessive at the same time. ]

I am with you. [ He drops one hand to settle on her chest, fingers splayed over her heart. ] Always. I need you, Rey, more than anyone. I'm never going to forget that, and you don't have to prove that you're worth it. I already know that you are.

[ He can't promise that he won't be protective. He won't say that his ego won't get the better of him at times and his temper won't rise, especially when his patience is worn thin, but the truth of the matter remains, unchanged and unaffected. He needs Finn. He needs her in ways he's only starting to fully understand, a little more every day he's with her. ]

I'm sorry too. I should have just gone with that.

[ He knows better, and though he doesn't always admit it in so many words, apologizing demands a certain swallowing of his pride, her vulnerability deserves some soul-bearing of his own in turn. ]