JW listened quietly and politely with a wooden face. He wished it were easier for him to express how grateful he was that Krem was being up front with him--before their flirting and sneaking kisses off one another turned into something else.

But sadly, in that instant, a wall went up complete with lookout tower. Even with the honesty, an element of trust was lost. JW couldn't trust Krem wholly and completely. He'd been damaged too badly and he felt embarrassed about it. He just couldn't move on.

"Hear you loud and clear. I'm just begging you...don't let me smell it. Not here in this house. I fought too hard for...this."

He gestured vaguely to his house. His shitty, poorly heated castle where his father couldn't ever get him.