log: adrian/wren - adrian's house
The house was a friendly two-story Victorian, with an overgrown grass driveway Adrian hadn't had time to get fixed up just yet. The place was a rental for the time being, and the first floor, visible when he opened the door to Wren, was clean and a little spare.
He was relieved to see Wren, a little, in a way he was becoming accustomed to. Every time they ran into each other, it reassured him that Wren was doing okay - not great, maybe, but at least okay. It felt like seeing the same stray cat wander through the neighborhood every so often, the reassurance that he was still around, and there was still time to coax him in from the cold.
He extended a hand for the daisies and dandelions with a genuine smile, surprised and a little amused. It was a sweet gesture, really. "Thank you. Want to come in?" The house smelled distinctly of tomatoes and herbs.