"Hi," Noah replies, stupidly. He looks Krem over for injuries, guilt spiking because he'd just left and he didn't even know how badly Ronan had hurt Krem. Krem is wearing his gym clothes, the cute ones Noah loves. That's a good sign, he wouldn't be working out if he was too badly injured.

God.

Noah steps closer, wanting to touch, but he almost feels like he doesn't have a right. Like it's too little, too late.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he asks in a small, scared voice.