Poe scented him again, just one steady, deep breath, certainly the veritable cloud of pheromones was still there, but wasn't as insistently strong as it had been, and Poe figured after a nap was probably as good a time as any, in the end, and so he nodded, "Talk and snacks." He agreed after a moment.
He couldn't help but smile at that nuzzle, mostly because he was already feeling fuzzily affectionate in a somewhat stronger way than he usually did, but also because it meant Michael was relaxing as well, which in turn meant that any conversation over snacks wasn't liable to veer into anything upsetting.
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"Okay," he murmurs, clearly not trying to fight the sleepiness that was hitting him.
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