[ Poe slaps at Peter's hand with a little "hey!" before running his fingers through his hair to fix some of his insane curls.

He should probably get a haircut. ]

Hey, gotta enjoy it now, and you never know...

[ He pushes his hair back, and then rests a hand dramatically on his chest and with a lofty tone, ]

Your sweet words could be the inspiration I need to get me through another firefight.