"Mostly you," Poe agreed, a little cheeky and bemused but also, well, it wasn't a lie. No one was making him pick - that had always been a thing: Poe does what Poe wants. But if he had to -- well.
They were married. Poe hadn't made that offer to anyone else and wouldn't. Singularly, he was Armitage's.
And that was kind of the thing -- it wasn't odd. He'd lived in a world where this man was his enemy and maybe momentarily reluctant ally but they hadn't been friends by any measure. But all that fell away here. It made sense here. "No," he said, firm. "I'm just glad you've got better taste in restraints these days." He paused, uncertain, even as he was half attempting to get Armitage's shirt off. "I couldn't -- change anything." Poe had been so sure that he'd be able to by will alone. And yet.