Well of course Poe was going to feel guilty about that -- there'd be no getting around it, really. He'd had the chance to do things different and he should have done it -- even if Armitage wouldn't have liked it at the time, it wouldn't have been all that hard to bop him over the head or strong arm him or whatever and take him with.
"You might have," he said, mulish and angry with himself - but they could argue in circles around that all day and it'd never come to anything. So he let himself be distracted, huffing out a little breath of amusement, albeit a little grudging even as their noses brushed, and he leaned up a little to press them together, like a little kiss but for noses. "You're still a little .... house cat when you want to be," he said, "but yeah, I do like it. So do you." Poe really liked the affection. He'd been fine with only carpet burns and the occasional kiss way back when but now there was no skipping all the rest.