Sadly, it's not even a line... he just wants that moment back because in the sober light he kind of feels like he let a friend down.

He takes the kiss slowly, sliding his tongue along chapped lips before tasting him again - letting himself enjoy the more sensual side he'd missed before. Usually with men it wasn't like this - the few he'd been with had never been intimate, just sex. No strings, no actual concern for what they were getting out of it. It was about him. This time... not so much.

"Mmm, I mean it..." he murmurs against Murdock's lips when they break for breath; "we should have, then. You know?"