Krem wanted to say something about that, the being in the background, because suddenly all he could think about was the picture on Derek's phone of the young man with Thomas's face who had been Derek's boyfriend. How many people in Darrow had known that other young man, and saw him when they saw Thomas? How unremarkable could anyone be when they shared a face with someone else?

He wasn't petty enough to bring it up. It didn't matter. Gently, he laid a kiss against against the arch of Thomas's shoulder blade, tracing the shape of it under his skin.

"Well, you've all your little moles and freckles," Krem said softly. "And I'm quite a fan of those. So no need for tattoos."