[ mithrun crowds into his space, and those shoes are discarded on the floor, and it's strange, because it feels as if they've done this before— something casual, and close. kabru, still careful, settles an arm around the elf's back, letting the other's folded legs fall against his own. he tips his head back, and watches mithrun's face— it's still a comfort just to look at him, because it's so familiar to be near him. there's something of a gift here, he supposes; like being given a home comfort, even if there's still that crackle of things being at odds recently.

maybe it matters less when you're set adrift, because at least the person is there, regardless of the history, or the contention, or any of it. he wants to, he thinks, protect mithrun too.

knuckles graze against mithrun's back, moving upwards, and then down again— just an idle thing, but it can't be described as friendly. it's too intimate; they're like that, in his time— always dancing around the one thing that they've both been careful not to allow to bloom entirely.

he doesn't have a name for it. he absolutely has a name for it. hadn't he said it, on the network— he wanted to live with mithrun, he wanted to make him happy. it sounds simplistic to him now, but it's only ever been the truth.

reaching up, kabru twists a silver lock around his finger, carefully moving it behind the former captain's ear. ] I guess. I just want to know how you are. There are a lot of new people, but you can trust that I'll figure that stuff out myself.

[ is this... kabru growth...

he shrugs, sighs, tugs on that strand. ]

Did you miss me, just a little? Say yes, even if you didn't.

[ ;) ]