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[A day or so following THIS]
Krem had screwed things up, in a spectacular fashion, and he had known that when he had looked across the room and seen Noah and Thomas talking. It had not particularly occurred to him at any moment prior to that--when he and Thomas had gone back to his apartment and he had selfishly, impulsively kissed Thomas; when he had told Noah about it days afterward in a rush of confessional spirit--that anything was wrong. But he had realized, standing there, that he had made several critical miscalculations in the whole mess of things.
Now, rather than the kiss having selfishly figured anything out for his confounded emotions, he found he was adrift and at risk of losing two people that he cared very deeply about as friends, before anything else was factored into his feelings about them.
The trouble was, figuring out where to find a ghost and a runner in a city that was full of hiding places. Especially when he was certain that neither one of them wanted to talk to him at the moment, or they would have sought him out on their own. Still, he had to try and set things straight. He had to make an attempt at explaining what had happened, what he had done. No excuses, but an honest explanation.
He hoped, at least, that they wouldn't hate him when he was done. It was all he could hope for.
Krem had screwed things up, in a spectacular fashion, and he had known that when he had looked across the room and seen Noah and Thomas talking. It had not particularly occurred to him at any moment prior to that--when he and Thomas had gone back to his apartment and he had selfishly, impulsively kissed Thomas; when he had told Noah about it days afterward in a rush of confessional spirit--that anything was wrong. But he had realized, standing there, that he had made several critical miscalculations in the whole mess of things.
Now, rather than the kiss having selfishly figured anything out for his confounded emotions, he found he was adrift and at risk of losing two people that he cared very deeply about as friends, before anything else was factored into his feelings about them.
The trouble was, figuring out where to find a ghost and a runner in a city that was full of hiding places. Especially when he was certain that neither one of them wanted to talk to him at the moment, or they would have sought him out on their own. Still, he had to try and set things straight. He had to make an attempt at explaining what had happened, what he had done. No excuses, but an honest explanation.
He hoped, at least, that they wouldn't hate him when he was done. It was all he could hope for.