Hobbes' breath goes out of him all at once, shaking him, leaving him empty, shivering. Wanting. It wasn't really a void, exactly. It was just the promise of something that could fill it up.

The way that Mike is looking at him goes through him, down to his atoms, pulling shallow breaths and a single muttered fuck out of him.

"You are," he said quietly, in reply, leaning into the fingers on his chest.