[ Already, Loki knows him well enough to know his first impulse; Chris smiles at him broadly enough that his eyes crinkle beneath those gentle thumbs, but he does take the time to give the question posed the consideration it deserves instead of giving in to the urge to parrot that extremely on the nose response. ]

I want... a lot. [ He wants so much he doesn't know how to articulate everything. ] I want a lot. With you.

[ Where to even start? ] I want to repeat what we did on that planet. I want your knees up by your ears. I want you flat on your front with your legs spread for me. I want you bent over a table. I want you begging me, I want to leave marks on your skin, I want to leave you feeling me inside you for hours to come. I want...

I want to curl up here and fall asleep with you and know that when I wake you'll be right there beside me. [ Too honest? Too serious? Loki did track him down across the galaxy and break into his ship to see him again, though. That's pretty serious stuff, right? ] I want to listen to you tell me about the experiments you've been running, about the friends you've made among the crew, about the gossip circulating the lower decks that I never get to hear any more.

I want to make you breakfast.