"I have nothing more I could possibly ask for." Or, at least, not ask Poe for.

Finn held his two lovers tight again, willing this looming doom to leave them in peace. There was nothing more they could do about it now. All he wanted was to see their smiles before their time together was cut short.

They could handle Demeter later.

"I'd like that, too," he agreed, smirking to Poe and trying to joke. "Not all of us are natural poets, you know."