log: louis & ren - diner
Ren's jaw tightened, but this time it wasn't anger that fuelled it so much as dislike of his own tone, the tact he'd taken, the fact that he'd so easily slid into hateful words - something he'd largely avoided this entire time with Louis. He dropped his gaze, staring at the pancakes. It'd be all too easy to be some sort of non-benevolent dictator, far easier than Louis probably guessed.
"Fine," he said, and although the word came out clipped, it lacked the venom of before. He wasn't certain he could, because he'd just made an idiot out of himself, fallen back into habits that he'd thought he'd begun to break. Turned out maybe that he just hadn't had reason to fall into them.
He picked up the coffee cup, unable to stomach any thought of the pancakes, and he downed the bitter liquid in one go. It felt like he should say have a good day, or a good life, or he wasn't really certain. Louis was being polite, but Ren felt as if he'd rather shown him a poor face and Louis couldn't possibly really want to talk to him. He reached for his jacket.
"Sorry. I'll - later." He pulled it over his shoulders and headed for the door without looking back.