The comfortable weight and warmth of Thomas's arm unraveled even more of the lingering poor, rough feelings in Krem's chest and he settled in as close as he could possibly get. One of his arms wound around Thomas as well and he sighed comfortably.

"I would've excused myself before then," he said softly. Gone to Hild's or Adaline's, or not, maybe just home. But he wanted to be here, with Thomas. He wanted to wake up in this bed when the morning came, even if Thomas had already headed out for a run. "But I'm glad you got up."

He kissed his shoulder again, yawned and nuzzled in, mumbled a helpless little, "Go back to sleep. It's late."