"You think I need to be liquored-up to enjoy your company? If that were the case, I wouldn't have come and found you again."

"Hey," he chides, smiling, "there's no accounting for taste in some people, you know?" It's a self-deprecating dig, but it's a fairly harmless one, as they go. And it doesn't stop him from stepping into Vandelin's arms when he reaches forward; one hand delves into his hair, the other splaying warm against the small of his back. Kit rests his face against the crook of his neck and breathes in the clean scent of his skin. He's hungry for this closeness, this intimacy--but for a moment what he craves more than that is this, just standing still with Vandelin's arms around him, listening to his breathing.

After a moment, he admits softly, "I did miss you, salroka." His fingers curl gently in Vandelin's hair.