Midnighter closes his eyes, and his lips part just slightly; he moves appreciatively under Marcus' hand. It's not sexual, not entirely; he just missed... this. Being touched. Being touched by Marcus. Yeah, if he had more energy, he'd turn this into a bid to get laid. As it is, he just appreciates the feel of it. He wants to ask for more. He doesn't.

"Tell you all about it," he promises. "Just not now. Rather think about you. Missed you in my bed." He lingers a moment, before finally rolling over with a little huff, crawling into bed properly so he can find a place in Marcus' arms.