( The sudden absence and emptiness in his chest would have brought Mydeimos to his knees were he a lesser man, not as accustomed to pain and hardship as he is. How could one touch tie him so securely to the Deliverer is beyond him, for the moment Phainon is out of reach there exists an urge so strong to bring him back, to keep him by his side. The twitch of an eye, the flexing of the fingers of his dominant hand are all the outward signs that he gives, but it is enough to betray him to anyone who knows him well. And who exists that knows him better than Phainon?

The Deliverer settles into the space at Mydei's side, the rolling emotions in his chest settling at the same time. Inconvenient. Mydei's chest and shoulders move with the force of his sigh, the shake of his head as if to clear his thoughts. )

Mm, likewise. ( 'Trust' is a word that suffices, though it does not feel adequate. Still-- ) They can't expect us to be by each other's side for however long we are guests here. Whatever its done will likely do us no harm should we spend time apart. ( Yet he can't help but offer something of a lifeline to the other man, dragging their thoughts away from what this means in favor of teasing and jests. So he attempts to catch Phainon's gaze, looking up at the other man. ) I never thought to hear you implying that you miss me, Deliverer.