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Jessika peers at Finn over the top of her ridiculously complex milkshake and it reminds him viscerally of Maz. It's the kind of look that makes you feel like no secret you have is safe, no matter how far down you've stuffed it into your soul.
“So...” Jessika trails, twirling her straw between her fingers with a bored look.
He doesn’t really know what she wants from him. He only kissed Poe for the first time yesterday, and while he could've seen that something lke this was coming, he didn't expect Jessika to show up after his job interview and bully him into getting milkshakes with her.
“If you’re going to make this work, you’re going to have to be B.B.’s second parent."
Finn shrugs his shoulders helplessly, because he pretty much figured that that’s how that works.
“B.B. usually goes on Poe’s flights, but that isn’t always the case. Sometimes they stay down here.” she presses. "You'll have to learn Sign as well. And not just the crap on the internet. Real, actual classes taught by real, actual humans."
"Any teachers you can recommend?" he asks earnestly. Finn's not really avoiding the first part of her statement, per se, he just has nothing to say about it. If anything, it's just useful information to file away for later use.
Jessika hears what he's saying and what he's not and narrows her eyes at him.
Finn tries to imagine Jessika in a staring contest with Phasma, but even just in his imagination it's too much to handle.
“What about sex?” she asks after a lengthy silence.
Finn chokes on his milkshake.
“What about sex?”
“Poe doesn’t do it. Neither does Rey, in case you were wondering,” Jess looks at him wryly.
“I can tell you that I, wholeheartedly, have never once wondered about Rey’s sex life.”
Finn expects something. A razor-sharp smile or maybe a mirthful chuckle. Instead, she's as serious as he's ever seen her.
"Just wanted you to know that there's someone you can talk to. I've become an expert on the topic in recent years."
"Noted," he says. He takes a sip of his milkshake, not really sure how to handle the level of devotion Poe and his friends have.
“You know, he’s told me all of this before,” Finn says finally. Jessika is offering a lot to him, and it's only fair for him to offer something in return.
One of Jess’ eyebrows arches, but that’s the only indication that she’s surprised.
“I’m surprised. Usually he lets it trail on and on without actually saying anything until eats him alive and he breaks it off.”
Finn can picture it, kind of. Poe seems very confident, but that could just be his public persona and not who he truly is.
He takes a thoughtful sip of his milkshake, staring deeply into its chocolate-y depths.
“He told me last night. Blurted it out, actually. It was very dramatic, with the rain and all, but don't tell him I told you that. Called out my name and got out of the car, looking nervous as all hell. When he told me, he sounded like he though I would think less of him. But I mean, we all have our own things that we have, and I'm not going to be mad that that's his thing."
Jessika touches his hand and he looks up.
"I'm glad I don't have to find a place to bury your body. I'm running low on locations."