I'm not exactly sure I understand everything he's saying, but I do understand that he was pulled out an airlock, rescued, poisoned, and then returned in time to miss a poetry slam. I have heard of those, though never attended any myself.

The last part, however, is very clear. "I missed you, too." I slide my arm around his waist, turning him towards the bar/restaurant we've eaten at before. "Have you eaten anything since getting better?"