"I can let you go back to sleep," Krem murmured, even as Thomas was tucking and pressing in close. It was hard to imagine sleeping, now that he was awake, but he was always like that when he was awake. He'd been like that for years.

"You can even kick me out of bed if you want."

But he didn't think Thomas would, not really. If--or when, more likely--he got out of this bed, it wouldn't be because Thomas forced him out.