Seeing his work laid out like a map of constellations fills him with a sudden swell of affection, pride, even a little jealousy. He can't help but wish that his own marks would have stayed. It's a fleeting thought, though, nothing compared to the joy of slowly recounting the events that led them to this comfortable, perfect little place.

Tek can feel Robin's fingers slow down as he gets distracted, but only because he's brought his other hand to his own mouth to feel where he remembers Tek biting him very, very hard. He swears he can almost taste the ghost of broken skin, and it makes him smile.

"Missed you," he mumbles, the absent thought tumbling fondly between his lips before he can even consider not saying it. Maybe he realizes that it's kind of an embarrassing, stupid thing to say, because he follows it by nuzzling his face against Tek's soft, nice-smelling hair instead of doing any more talking.