[ He certainly doesn't like the sad, remorseful tone and leans down to kiss it away as best he can. Home, for many people here, home is not necessarily a place of happiness. But he doesn't want to linger on that. He wants to celebrate the return of Obi-Wan.]

My friend, it would be both my pleasure and an honour. I am sure you will soon get back into the rhythm of things.

[ It is as close to a joke as Albert is capable of, not exactly one for witty remarks. But he wastes no time in kissing Obi-Wan again, and then pressing a line of kisses down his throat, targeting those points he recalls as being the most pleasurable. As he does so, the tip of a finger eases into Obi-Wan's body, the tight, ready heat of the man so wonderful, and he begins a steady pace, thrusting that digit in and out with care, working Obi-Wan open wide.]