Kinda like me and being closed in. [ He hates saying that aloud. He hates admitting it, even if John already knows. That's exactly why it needs to be said.

Poe gives John's shoulder a tiny squeeze. ] What were you thinking for dinner?

[ That's it. That's all there is to it, as far as Poe is concerned. John needed to get out, they got out. He wouldn't take back the action no matter how many reassurances John offered. There's no apology necessary, no explanation needed. ]

I'd go for anything but pizza, actually. Finn and I have had a lot of that lately.