[Chris does as he's told and fetches the fine, green, bottle from the shelf and pours them each a healthy amount into squat glasses. Those and an equally small glass of water is what Chris returns with. Tears required more than just liquor, no matter how it felt.

For his part, Chris starts with the water, unwilling to listen to this with anything else in him just yet.]

No, I imagine his first thought was kissing your lovely mouth...and likely other bits aside, I can't imagine my own reunion'd be much different.

[Which, of course, prompted a lightning quick 'what if' on Chris' side. A what if that landed on one certain point: how guilty would he feel simply taking his pleasure in one of his partners from home only to then drop on them the nature of his time here and the relationships he'd developed in that time?

Chris turns sharp and watchful green eyes on his boyfriend.]

Except...you didn't let it get quite that far, did you? Not afore you decided to press the conversation part...am I right?