Krem set his mug down for a moment and turned to face him. He was trying, very hard, to not be embarrassed about his body again. Noah had seen him, touched him, just minutes before. It wasn't different.

He touched Noah's fingers, rather than his cheek. There was something surreal about the smudge on his cheek, in the half-light of the kitchen. He leaned in, brushing his lips on Noah's gently.

"I'll be happy to have you here, when you come and check on me."