podfic softly softly

Now, now that he's Finn, he can look at people's faces any time he likes. And he does, he does, he fills his eyes with how Rey and Poe smile and laugh and frown and cry. Rey's smile doesn't appear often, but when it does, it's blinding, wide and joyous in a way that Finn has to glance away from with how fierce she is, an expression that burns his eyes. Poe's laugh makes his eyes crinkle; he throws his head back, wipes tears away with his knuckles, and he's so beautiful it makes Finn want to capture this in a holo, every time. He watches as Rey grits her jaw, as Poe bites his lip, as both of them cry over him when he comes out of the coma, and he knows, he knows, why the First Order covered its soldiers' faces, because every expression from Rey and Poe makes Finn love them so much his heart feels too full with it.

But- it's their hands that undo him.