Not that sort of touching, no. But that doesn't stop Random reaching for and pulling himself towards Ramon. This is one of those times where physical contact, sexual or not, is a must. Random's head sets on Ramon's chest, he twines their legs, and closes his eyes, still clinging tight.
"I missed you. You know that? I hate it when you're gone."
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"I missed you. You know that? I hate it when you're gone."