Someone that loved him desperately without knowing how to say it. Without knowing if it was welcome or wanted. But he felt it, he knew he did.

"Then tell us. You know him. Help us prepare, keep us on the level. We work better with good intel. The more we know? The better we'll be able to handle this." He nosed along to find Locus' lips, his kiss light. Chaste. As loving as he could possibly manage. "We'll be careful. And we'll win."