Odin can't see, the water in his eyes blurring things and covering the world in a glossy haze. When Poe pulls him closer, he thinks it's gonna be a reassuring, consoling hug, something platonic and kind and apologetic designed to make Odin feel loved even though he isn't. When Poe kisses him, though, he just-- freezes in place.

This feels different to the kisses they've had before. Whenever there had been emotion behind a kiss he'd shared with Poe, it had always felt - to Odin, at least - that he was just projecting what he wanted into the moment, hoping Poe felt for him something even close to what Odin felt so overwhelmed by. So this nervousness Poe was showing, something so different to the confidence he usually had in bed, it - kills him, a little. Brings him back to life at the same time.

He nervously reaches his hands up, puts one in Poe's hair and the other on his neck, feeling like Poe is still gonna jolt away from him as if he'd some-fucking-how misread the situation and ended up with the wrong idea. When that doesn't happen, Odin takes the hint to take the lead on the kiss, pushing forward, firm, locking his shaking fingers tighter in Poe's curls and deepening things just slightly, just enough to make this real. When he pulls back, he's still shaking from adrenaline and nerves, but there's a smile tugging at his lips that he's failing to pull back.

"Was-- um,"

He stares.

"Wait. What's--"

He stares harder.

"What?"