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[for Blue]
Krem was in love, over and over again, into perpetuity, containing multitudes. And he was anguished and frightful and stressed, because the Iron Bull was here. He was here, in Darrow, and Krem still belonged to him, this life debt, this promise of their friendship and understanding and trust. He was here, and Krem didn't know what to do, except try to protect the people he cared about from a man he cared about. This was all a mess.
Blue had texted him This place which was a melodramatic approximation of how Krem was feeling as well, and then, shortly after, Gansey's back, so Krem started up the slow cooker and texted her back, I'm making stew. Help me eat it.
Blue had texted him This place which was a melodramatic approximation of how Krem was feeling as well, and then, shortly after, Gansey's back, so Krem started up the slow cooker and texted her back, I'm making stew. Help me eat it.