He feels weird.

Whenever it is when your lip presses against him, or when you pull him into a hug. Even the most mundane gesture, such as hand-holding evoke a familiar yet strange feeling deep within him. An indescribable feeling that he had some decades ago.

It is the desire to love? The desire to be loved? Kabru said those were good things, and Mithrun had a conflicted feeling. Love is a distraction, an obstacle that prevents him from focusing on other things. It, of course, also makes him feel...warm and fuzzies.

It would be a lie if he said he didn't enjoy the physical affection. It's one of the main reasons to gives him a sense of purpose, a reason to wake up each morning.

"...Do it again" Mithrun said, his thumb tracing the curves of your lips before pressing them against his. A very obvious action. "Kiss me." And it almost sounds like a command.