Re: coffeeshop: ren solitaire & newt penhaligon
Ren recognized him of course, although it had been a while since they spoke in person, and when they had Ren didn't think he'd really understood the situation much at all. He was just beginning to feel as if he maybe understood a bit of the relationship between Newt and Adrian, and maybe Adrian a little and maybe Newt a little too. He'd not always been super good at sussing up a situation, instead kinda rushing in, and this was no different. But after running through months of making what were, at best, sort of reckless choices, he was trying to pull his shit back together and part of that was at least making good on his friendship to Adrian.
Dark eyes gave Newt an up and down, and a small smile curved at his lips, humor in his eyes. "Yeah, I know," he offered. Ren himself was dressed in one of typical dark shirts with black jeans and black boots. He'd had a leather jacket on earlier, but discarded it as the morning went on. It was still too warm for it to be a regular part of his wardrobe even if he wanted for it to be. "Ren," he added, in reference to himself as he reached for one of the glass mugs for the tea. "Want anything special, or just the English breakfast?" he asked.
Fortunately a childhood in England had made him rather adept at British tea making, and so he prepped things. "I brought some ideas. I don't know all of the things that you can do? But hopefully like some of them will work."