"Hey," Krem murmured, still soft and flushed with the discomfort of pointing out the difference in their age. He sat up as well, aware of his nudity and suddenly sheepish of it. Now, he couldn't be bothered to worry about it.

He smoothed his fingers across Thomas's shoulders, up to the nape of his neck, and leaned into him gently. "I like being with you, Thomas. I like being with you when we run into each other and just talk, or when we check in on each other, or when we go running. I liked this. I will definitely not turn down opportunities to do any and all of that, including this, again."

He searched Thomas's face a moment, rubbing the back of his neck with his thumbs and the top of his shoulders with his fingers. "We'll wash up, and come back to bed."