log: louis & ren - diner
The smile was automatic, despite the exhaustion from the night before, or any lingering uncertainty over precisely what this conversation might entail. Ren's gaze came up from the menu and he took in the complete, and honestly rather gorgeous, picture of his lover. The two of them might not look more different, Ren's black leather jacket, and dark jeans seemed even edgier next to Louis' classic outerwear choice, but even if Ren would never feel comfortable in a trench and plaid scarf, Louis in that outfit had the tendency to flip his heart just over. And that flip was followed by the reminder of uncertainty. Ren didn't know what the end result of this conversation might be.
He supposed knowing was better than not knowing. Knowing he could do something with, and determine next steps.
"Morning," he offered, warm, even as his smile lessened slightly. Outside of the event at the park, it didn't feel like things were bad between them, so probably he was over-worried about what might come next.
The arrival of the coffee interrupted any possible conversation along that line for a moment more, which Ren was alright with. The waitress promised to return, and Ren reached for his cup, taking a small detour to brush his thumb over Louis' hand gently. "I figured it was cold so you'd want some, but if not," he smirked slightly. "I'll make certain it doesn't go to waste." He took a sip of it: black, not near the quality of the espresso he brewed, or even the pour overs he gave at the bookshop, but then that wasn't the point of diner coffee was it?
"I was thinking pumpkin pancakes, myself. Those are a legitimate choice until Thanksgiving at least, aren't they?" He shrugged. "But honestly after last night I'm a little on the hungry side. Apparently world dominion works up an appetite?"