Poe smiled, wide and warm and the happiest Finn had likely ever seen him.

"I'll propose properly later," he agreed, not put out in the slightest. He was, in fact, very high on painkillers, and while he was kind of enjoying that, he was also aware that his tongue was running a little away with him.

"You can kiss me again if you want, though." Look, he'd do it himself if he could somehow not be horizontal.