[ In retaliation to that question, Set immediately delivers a punishing little kick to the back of Liem's ankle. A sharp little pop against him, the way one might squeeze a clicker to disabuse a dog of bad behaviors. His arms tighten around Liem, face pushing deeper into the curve of his neck and the join of his shoulders as he breathes a huff, a scoff of derision. ]

Absolutely not.

[ Not wanting to see his plants, heavy and green and growing strong upon the upper-floor veranda he's transformed into a balcony-style bungalow where he rests and studies and takes the occasional social call is an excuse, not a reason! Set's abortive little kick seems punishment, for Liem allowing his mind to connect to his brain and deliver such a silly question to him. Of all things to think! ]

I wanted to see you.

[ As easily as breathing, he thought 'I want to see Liem Talbott' and so, unwilling to deny himself any sort of pleasure, he did. ]

And, [ he curls a little more tightly around Liem, hands spreading low across his ribs and belly. ] We were a bit robbed of the ability to support one another, during the Oracle.