Krem sniggered and chewed at his lower lip for a second. He didn't say anything about how the stitches would be low, and probably not particularly numerous, because--well. They'd have a couple weeks after the stitches came out of him going positively stir crazy, if they decided they wanted to try any sort of creativity.

In the meantime, they had tonight. Quiet and together, warm and close. The playfulness of the whole evening buoyed him.

"I'm holding you to that. The instant the stitches are out."