The kiss to his thumb was so soft that Krem almost thought he'd imagined it, hoping for it in the moment. He sighed a little, almost wistful, and was just starting to tilt his head up again when Thomas moved.

His hand--that was much more real, more concrete. A sure thing, long fingered and firm enough to be no accident, pressing, drawing him in. Krem rose a little, guided by Thomas's hand on the back of his head.

He gently slipped his hand away from Thomas's, so their fingers weren't locked, just because he needed to support his weight a little more easily and he didn't want to take his hand off Thomas's cheek yet. Gently, he brushed their noses together.

"I hope it's a good sort of flip."