"No?" A brow quirked slightly as he asked this, not taking it as a plea, but as denial instead. "You're a bad liar," he whispered, a bit of a smile forming upon his lips in spite of himself. As much as he wanted to remain, and tried, stoic and hard, he softened, just a little, when Fisher was around. He didn't like it, not at all, but at the same time, he was... intrigued.
A feeling of near relief washed over him as he felt that hand move to his waist, his lips parting just slightly. "I know," he replied in a whisper, then leaned forward to press a soft, quick kiss against the other man's lips. "But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." Even when dabbling in other waters, the thoughts had been there. "And I think you've been thinking about me too." He arched a brow slightly. "Am I wrong?"