Re: cottage; ren & adrian
"Then let's hold onto that," Ren suggested with a smallish smile. Good emotions were sometimes difficult enough to come by, and when they did, it felt like the sort of thing they ought to hold onto and see if they could work from later.
Tea did sound lovely, to Ren too, and there was something a little pleasing about hearing a British accent again. He'd grown up with it after all, surrounded by boys who had them - far more put together and polished than his own brash American words. He leaned down on a whim, and dropped a soft brush of kiss to Adrian's lips.
"Lucky for you, I still maintain all my English tea skills," he straightened, giving Adrian a grin. "So it's gonna be a perfect cuppa. I'll put the water on." Or maybe he'd heat it with magic, cause he could, and why not. He held the door open, helping Adrian through if he wanted it, so he could find a seat in the kitchen. They'd made progress today, at least it felt like they had. Like even if they went back to step one tomorrow, that they'd have still moved forward in the right direction and that they could hold onto that step, just a tiny bit. And maybe more than that Ren realized that for all he felt everyone questioned what he was doing, and maybe sometimes Ren questioned it himself, he was glad of this, and glad of Adrian, and glad of being able to support him, and he had been for a really long time, actually.
His life was undeniably better with Adrian around.