"Shit," Krem said, half laughing as he watched Noah's hand appear against his. He wiped at his eyes again, sniffling pathetically. "No. No, I hate crying. I hate..."

He turned around onto his other side, so he could face Noah's chest, though he kept holding the pillow to his chest. He'd slept in a shirt and shorts, because he was cold enough in the nights for it now, but he was still shy of being caught only half dressed. He pressed his face against Noah's and sniffled some more.