A small chuff in response, and Enver steps in to claim a kiss now. Long awaited, and there is finally a time where he doesn't have to anymore. Where it is certain and real that this part of the Dark Urge, this part of them, still exists and is not either only to be remembered or waiting to be again. The taste of lips he knew, the shape of them on his own and a body he hadn't felt in too long.

He had been right in that letter. This is all he wanted.

The gentlest of rumbles in the earth. Short but still felt, eggs him to hold on a little tighter. He only gets a minute, and he is going to have it.

When at least he retreats for a breath, his eyes open but he does not pull back any further. "And a promise for the next. Tell me you're coming back."