Leonid had not quite been sure what he had been expecting. All he could feel was a chill as if he had just stepped out into a winters day. He was going to miss so many things about having the other near him in physical form. Not just the sex but the moments that they'd had either before or afterwards. When they would just enjoy one anothers company shut away from the world.

I should have played with his hair a lot more, was the thought that came into his mind unbidden. "I wish I'd been able to have something of yours," he mused aloud sadly. Something that held his scent maybe, a jacket perhaps. He could have cast some sort of charm to preserve the scent.