You don't have to, John.

[ He looks at their linked hands, runs his own thumb over John's knuckles. ]

I don't want to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. And I don't want to do it with anyone else.

[ The cab driver, patient until this point, beeps the horn of his little vehicle. Poe holds up a hand in his direction. ]

We can just go and spend the night. Or we don't have to go at all. Whatever we do, I want to do it with you.