Krem bent down for a moment, wetting his hands. When he was up again, Thomas was catching his wrist and touching the tattoo. It was light, but the sensation was real and visceral, tender in the way that fresh bruises sometimes could be. He enjoyed the feeling of Thomas's fingers on his wrist and he smiled.

"Mostly that, yes," Krem laughed. "I couldn't decide which was the most important to get first, because they all were? So...all at once."