Every time, without fail, it caught Armitage off guard when Poe took note when something was amiss. He should have been used to it by now. The pilot had been perceptive of him ever since they started fooling around. Five and a half months was more than enough time to grow accustomed to another person's behavior.
But Armitage's brain was hard-wired in it's stubbornness. It was difficult to undo thirty-five years of mistreatment. At least lately, when Poe surprised the ginger with astute observations or kindness, Armitage had a tendency to smile over it rather than wallow in the shock it brought him.
"Sometimes I wonder if something like a Force dyad is even necessary when you can read me this well." He cast an amused grin down at his husband as they walked, giving his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Nothing's wrong. I think I'm still just getting used to.. well, this. Being happy. Trying not to dread losing you every other day.." Which was getting easier, despite Finn's arrival and the weighty subject matter that had followed. "Do you remember the night you came out and watched the sky jellyfish with me?"