Tears came to Tychos eyes and he chuckled at the question asked. "I was at a party, a man liked me, really liked me," he murmured, not sure if he was making sense. He stepped closer again. "I couldn't even kiss him when he tried. Because he wasn't you.. I am always missing everything about you. I miss that noise you make in your throat when I make a love mark on the inside of your thighs, the way your hair tumbles against me when your snuggling into me, the way you are always dubious about my purchases." He was rambling and he forced himself to stop. "Kiss me?"