log: louis & ren - diner
"Alright," Ren nodded. He didn't have any reason to disbelieve Louis on that. He felt as if he'd blundered it, maybe, but he didn't know exactly how he could have handled it differently. It wasn't the sort of thing he would have expected. He'd never been particularly graceful when surprised and he'd been surprised. Plus there had been the added aspect of that ridiculous park. It occurred to him that he should check back in with Hannah - see if she was wanting to go back. And on the heels of that thought was the next, which was that he really hadn't answered Louis' question at all. To be fair he wasn't certain what friends that didn't date looked like. Perhaps he should ask that question, but in the first place he should probably answer the original question.
"Of course I'm your friend," he said, seemingly abrupt considering the change of topic. He reached for the coffee cup again, not entirely trusting himself to look at Louis, so he stared at the dark liquid in the mug instead. He discarded about three different follow-ups to that statement before finally going with: "Where else am I going to get amazingly random antique furniture to put in my apartment?"