Krem sniffled vaguely. He did not feel teary, but the overwhelming pain of the moment was welling in him again. He knew that Gannicus could have anyone he wanted, any man or woman; and Krem had tripped himself, somehow, into a wealth of love. But he never, really, got over the fear that anyone he was with would someday realize he wasn't worth the efforts.

"On good days, yes," he murmured. He looked up at her, and his face said that no matter how this day had begun, it as no longer a good day.

In the next breath, he huffed a sigh and looked back down. How awful of him, to subject Hild to his pains and make her carry them with him. Gently, he reached out to her, so that he could try and pull her from table to couch with him. It would be better to hold her close, even if he knew he was terrible company at the moment.