[ Poe doesn't look disappointed (even if a tiny, minuscule part of him is), because he gets it. He remembers what life was like on Peter's side of the stars, and when a job presented itself, making it happen could be the difference between skating by on some gross veg-meat or actually stuffing your belly with decent fregeni.

So, obviously, he's not mad.

An eensy bit bummed out, maybe; but not annoyed.

Poe just shrugs as he rubs at the back of his neck, offering Peter a crooked smile. ]

It's good, man. It's not like I tried to coordinate our calendars or something; I just pushed my rendezvous time a little.