More than the movie, Krem watched Thomas. He watched his scrutiny and curiosity, the faint blush on his cheeks and the way he leaned in toward the computer a little bit. Krem wanted to pull him back gently so he could rest against him, but more than that, he wanted Thomas to be able to be comfortable with this. If he needed to lean in and thoroughly absorb the entirety of the film, who was Krem to stop him?

The film shifted from the two young men talking to them kissing and touching each other, stripping out of their clothes, and Krem was back to his bashfulness. He'd liked the film initially, the first time he'd watched it, because both of the actors in it smiled a lot, they seemed to enjoy each other, they were friendly and gentle and kind; they were also pretty, their bodies just a little soft, the young transgender man still built with his breasts and a bit of curve to his body. Now, with someone else beside him, all those things seemed shallow and silly.

He curled his knees up to his chest and watched Thomas quietly instead of the movie.