Old habits were hard to shake and that inner, ruthless First Order General of his was showing. If he didn't like something, he normally just.. got rid of it. However, as soon as Poe told him not to worry, Armitage would drop that revenge plan, tempting as it was to go through with it purely for the hell of it.
But that kiss -- The anxiety over surfing, the instructor, the jealousy; all of it dissipated with the brush of the pilot's lips. Fuck, Poe was so talented with his mouth. Talented enough that Armitage itched to suggest they leave the water entirely and head back to his room.
However, there was more than enough time for canoodling later. Who knew if they would get another opportunity to go surfing and Armitage didn't want to rob his husband of a fun afternoon.
He was rather smug as he leaned back, visibly satisfied with the resolution they had come to. "I think I'm ready to give this surfing thing another go.." He paused, glancing over his shoulder to see where his board had drifted off to. "Stay near me? In case I need another break?"