Thomas carefully walked back to his bedroom and dug out a bare of shorts. He disappeared into the bathroom, tugging off his pants and shorts and tossing them into a pile of dirty clothes that had slowly grown.

He really needed to do laundry. He cleaned himself up quickly enough before sliding on his clean shorts. He tossed the long sleeved shirt away too, pulling on a tank top before finally padding out into the bedroom.

He was propped up against his pillows when Krem finally arrived and he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds because he was, again, struck by the realization that all of this had happened and wasn't some dream.

"Hi."