log: louis & ren - diner
It had been a long night of being pushed and pulled, and Louis was rather tired. He was entirely unsure he was ready to have this conversation with Ren, but there would never be a good time. There never, ever was.
To get himself to the diner at a reasonable hour, he drew himself on with the mental image of coffee and breakfast, and tried not to think any further than that. When he entered the diner, he ran his fingers through his hair, shedding a short shower of moisture. It had just begun to rain outside. November was here in earnest.
He wore a tan trenchcoat and a plaid checked scarf against the nip in the air. He paused only for a moment inside the entryway, and when he spotted Ren, his stomach dropped, just a little. One day he would feel more like an adult, he imagined, and not a nervous teenager, when it came to adult relationships.
He slid in across from Ren with a soft smile. "Good morning. What's on the menu?"