He goes where she tugs him, easily; that kiss is more intimacy than she's allowed him in a month, and it instantly makes his throat go tight. But he just swallows, and nods with their foreheads touching. "...you're welcome."

It still hurts that that's all he can do. And of course he always will, as long as there's still life in him -- no matter where she goes, he'll find her, and bring her home. Wherever home may be. And Omega should let it go at that, at the truth they both know already.

But some unreleased tension inside him prompts him to say, without lifting his head from hers, "I want you back. All of you."