The punch on the shoulder was unexpected, and Fisher yelled out in pain before his cry was muffled in a tight hug. He was still a little sore, but he was just so glad that Rez was hugging him, was touching him, that instead of whining (which is what he wanted to do), he hugged back. "I'm sorry," he whispered back, one hand gripping into Rez's shirt at his back and the other running its fingers through the man's short tresses. He was sorry, would never be sorry enough. He could never say it enough.
Holding Rez tightly, there was such a deep desire to pull away and kiss him, say he didn't mean it, to just stay here and be with Rez and settle on a life where he knew he'd probably be happy. But Rez deserved better than that. "I'm gonna miss you," he whispered in his ear, tightening his grip. "So fucking much."