Krem slid out of the shower, scanning about for towels. He was not above just air drying, but he didn't want to get Thomas's sheets wet.

"We'll tuck into bed," he said, voice almost lyrical and coaxing, pulling Thomas gently out of the shower with him. He finally located a towel--gave it a sniff to make sure it was clean; clean enough--and started to rub Thomas dry. "Curl up however we want. Sleep as much as we want. In the morning, we'll have more Chinese food for breakfast."

He kissed Thomas again, smiling, just because he could, toweling himself off a little as well. Maybe they would kiss more at some point in there. Maybe they would do more of anything. Right now, sleeping sounded glorious to him as well.