He’d missed him - and he understands. They might as well have been separated for months instead of weeks for how skewed and lonely everything felt. Rama slept on the floor in front of the fire and wouldn’t even give him a kind look - he’d despaired that he’d never have this ever again.

Crozier’s fingers push through Rama’s hair, then find a hold to pull his head back up and guide his lips on his. He shivers at the anticipation of the kiss, then swallows down all those harsh breaths and desperate noises, leg hooking over the back of Ram’s thighs to bring him down closer. He isn’t likely to be successful unless the kiss is that distracting for Rama, although for his part the rest of the world melts away the second he has him this close.