Krem ran his fingers gently up into Noah's hair, rubbing at his scalp gently as he continued to gently lean on him. It was comforting to have him physically here, to know he was alright and safe, to know that he wanted to be here, even after seeing Krem act the way that he had. Krem didn't even want to be around himself.
The worst part was, he wanted to go and finish the fight. He wanted to pick at Ronan until he splintered and actually said something real for once, not avoidance and misdirection. He wanted to make sure his nose stayed broken. He was more mad with Ronan than he had any fair right to be.
"You're not his Keeper either," Krem said with a soft sigh. "He made that choice. He knew what he was doing when he picked that fight. It's not like it's the first time Ronan and I have fought."
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Date: 2015-10-09 02:21 pm (UTC)The worst part was, he wanted to go and finish the fight. He wanted to pick at Ronan until he splintered and actually said something real for once, not avoidance and misdirection. He wanted to make sure his nose stayed broken. He was more mad with Ronan than he had any fair right to be.
"You're not his Keeper either," Krem said with a soft sigh. "He made that choice. He knew what he was doing when he picked that fight. It's not like it's the first time Ronan and I have fought."