"Don't apologize," Noah said. He'd only been upset because Krem had been, only wanted to stop it from getting worse.

Noah's hands moved from Krem's cheeks, and he ran his fingers through Krem's hair, then linked his fingers behind Krem's neck to keep him close. "They are," he said dubiously, wondering if Krem was implying that his weren't. Also, a small part of him wondered at the reference to Ronan, and at what context Krem had met him. "Aren't some of your friends here?"