As soon as Noah takes a step toward him, Krem hurries in, quick and insistent, to wrap him in his arms. He has to be sure Noah is real, is really there, that he hasn't just imagined him because he wants him to be there and be worried about him.
He had been stupid, with the fight. Of course Ronan would come first, because why wouldn't be. Noah had known him longer and better, and he was more injured, and besides all that, Krem was not something to be compared to someone like Ronan Lynch or Adam Parrish or lovely little Blue Sargent. Noah's friends were everything to him; of course they were first, before everything else.
He tightened his arms around Noah, breathing in the strange, not-quite smell of him. It would be nice to be first.
"Yes," he said, finally, face pressed against Noah's sweater. "I'm alright."
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Date: 2015-10-08 01:07 am (UTC)He had been stupid, with the fight. Of course Ronan would come first, because why wouldn't be. Noah had known him longer and better, and he was more injured, and besides all that, Krem was not something to be compared to someone like Ronan Lynch or Adam Parrish or lovely little Blue Sargent. Noah's friends were everything to him; of course they were first, before everything else.
He tightened his arms around Noah, breathing in the strange, not-quite smell of him. It would be nice to be first.
"Yes," he said, finally, face pressed against Noah's sweater. "I'm alright."