Krem came in. He watched Poison adding layers, adding protecting, and then he came toward him. He pulled Poison toward the bed, and sat down on the edge, holding Poison against him.

Just a couple weeks ago, they'd been screwing around while Poison had been a playfully flirtation girl version of himself. Krem pressed a kiss against Poison's temple.

"It wasn't you," he said softly. "And if I hadn't wanted to, I wouldn't have."