Kit's response is a deep, warm chuckle, his arms slipping around Vandelin's waist and upper back to hold him. "You're so full of shit," he teases; somehow he manages to make that a term of endearment. Somehow.

He closes his eyes and takes a breath, savouring the closeness after weeks--no, a month and a half, really--without it. Funny how all it takes is having something the one time to realize just how much you need it, once it's gone.

"Come home with me?" he asks after a moment, then adds, smiling a little, "I've got one of those now. It's, uh. Kind of a hole in the wall, but.."