"I know, but..." Noah trailed off, unsure of what to say. It wasn't his fault, and he wasn't even in Darrow when Ronan and Krem had been introduced, but somehow he still felt responsible. "He's my friend," he finished lamely.
Or, was his friend.
Noah sighed and leaned into Krem's touch, trying to soak it up, let it replace all the bad feelings. "Can we just. Go home?" He opened his eyes and jerked back, realizing too late what he said. It wasn't like he lived there. "Your home. Your apartment."
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Date: 2015-10-09 06:39 pm (UTC)Or, was his friend.
Noah sighed and leaned into Krem's touch, trying to soak it up, let it replace all the bad feelings. "Can we just. Go home?" He opened his eyes and jerked back, realizing too late what he said. It wasn't like he lived there. "Your home. Your apartment."