Of course I missed you. [ Laurent did not even hesitate in the reply, pausing in his stride to turn and look at the other once more. He stepped into Damen's space again, bringing them close, his fingers curling softly, squeezing the other's hand. He dropped his forehead, just resting against the other's shoulder as his other hand slid up the small of Damen's back, holding him close. Savouring the warmth of the other, his presence there. ]

I have come to need you, Damianos. To be without you is to be asked not to breath. To deny a flower the sun. [ It's softer, sappier than Laurent usually allows himself. But it is the truth.

Before Damen can reply, though, Laurent was turning away again. Resuming his course down the dark and quiet tunnels. Wanting to be free of them, now. Wanting to share the sunlight with his lover. ]