Fisher knew how to play Rez like a finely tuned instrument and that shit was for sure. He'd miss it though, being slightly manipulated by the other man. He was going to miss a lot of things about him, least of all moments like this. Fuck, he wasn't sure he could make it through this but he was damn sure going to try.
There wasn't an answer he could give to the question. Did he really want that? He wasn't sure. Would it make it harder for him? He wasn't sure about that either. So instead of saying anything at all, he shifted, putting his legs down flat on the ground so that he could grab Fisher by the waist and tug him into his lap. He didn't kiss him again though. Instead, he just wrapped his arms around him to hold him in a tight hug, face buried against Fisher's throat just beneath his chin.