Krem has the headphones that one of Tris's clients convinced him to purchase over his ears, but he hears Noah, the way he does sometimes when he's sleeping and Noah hasn't quite yet materialized but is still present. Having been looking down, he looks up shortly. There were times in his nightmares over the past few days when he thought he heard Noah, only to wake without him there.

Finding him there, really, is a mix of things. Mostly, it's a deep, washing relief, like sun-warmth after too long in the dark. He pockets his phone and pushes his headphones off his ears.

"Hi."