The thing was, Poe didn't really get tired of having to repeat it. He loved that Armitage was self sufficient in most ways; that they both had things outside of each other in terms of hobbies and other people. But Poe also sort of adored being able to take care of his husband in little ways; reassuring him that he loved him and wasn't going anywhere was no kind of hardship at all.
That night with the jellyfish was also the day that Poe had claimed Hux's first name as something he could properly use, something intimate and special and even now he was fond over it. He might have said so, but on Armitage went and Poe was offering up a quizzical look -- not really confused though. Any longer, and he'd have worked it all out on his own.
Maybe the dyad was a moot point, by now.
It was a testament to what they'd managed building over the long months at his hotel that Poe had no problem at all closing his eyes; a lack of trust no kind of existing issue at all. "I knew you looked a little anxious," he said, and it came out warm and fond instead of accusing.