"Oh." It was so much, Noah almost disappeared. He went fuzzy for a moment, but his appearance became solid once more as he gazed at Krem's muscled stomach, his chest, and the inviting dip of his collarbone. He wasn't sure how someone could be so perfect, and he thought he should say so, but all that came out was, "Wow."

"I don't know if I can...take off my clothes. Completely," he said, feeling a sudden overwhelming sense of embarrassment, melancholy, otherness. His voice became almost inaudible. "It's what I was wearing when-- they aren't real, so--" He struggled to explain something he didn't even have all the answers to.