"Mmn, maybe not pizza, if you want me to be pleasant company," Krem said, as he opened the doors for them and headed toward the elevator. He smiled at Thomas. "If we have to order in, something that hasn't got cheese in it is best. Otherwise, I'll be hugging your toilet all night, and that's not what I want at all."

There was an edge of easy exhaustion in him. Lethargy, maybe. Definitely comfort. He leaned into Thomas's shoulder a little bit, soft affection near the tip of his tongue that he kept neatly behind his teeth. The gestures felt more honest than the words right now.