For some reason, this is what made everything finally seem like the end. It wasn't panic or guilt or regret, though. All he felt was a calm acceptance. Just a resounding finally.

"Yeah," he repeated, slowly leaning back in to take a slower kiss this time. "Of course. Of course, I'll marry you. Of course. I love you."

He wasn't sure where the calm was from. Proof that Poe loved him or proof he wouldn't be alone. But he was thankful, either way.