"No point in putting up a fight, was there?" Krem laughed softly, and made only a half grumbling noise as Thomas used his height as a means to reach for his damp hair and ruffle it. He reached up and gently pinched Thomas's wrist.

Then, he shrugged. Maybe no wrestling on the beach. Krem didn't try to push for a compromise or caveat on that stipulation Thomas had made though, just smiled. He was, after all, going to get to sleep beside him.

It still felt a dance, a game of stepping stones, navigating how much of them was friends and how much of them was something else, and where the lines of those were. Krem wished, sometimes, he had a manual for this sort of thing. He knew that the accident in May had thrown a wrench in things, and so he didn't want to push. He was just glad that he hadn't ruined things entirely.

A breeze caught him and he shivered. "Ooh, alright. Skinny dipping in July was a bad idea. Not quite warm enough yet."