Noah didn't drink coffee, but he didn't say so. Instead, he watched Krem; the curve of his back, the profile of his face, the movements of his hands.

Noah moved closer without walking there, wanting to be touching Krem still. He loosely looped his arms around Krem's middle, chest to Krem's back, leaning down to kiss his hair, his shoulder. He nuzzled affectionately.

"Thank you."