WHO: Heath and Ren WHEN: Recentish, I believe. WHERE: Ren's room. WHAT: They so need to talkā¦
Ren was not pouting. At least, not so much as pouting as hiding in his room. For the record, it was still pretty messed up. The mattress was on the floor, broken frame pushed to the side. It was a good thing he didn't have much else in the room, or Sean would kill him. He could have asked for help fixing the thing, but to be honest, the mattress on the floor wasn't unbearably uncomfortable. It actually gave the mattress a little more firmness, which Ren liked. Plus, he just didn't have the energy to fix it.
For the first few days after the whole mess, he hadn't even been in his room much, just when he was forced out of the infirmary. But after the creepy triplets went in and assured Heath would wake up, Ren retreated, suddenly not wanting to be there when the other mutant woke up. In fact, he didn't really want to talk to Heath at all. Or anyone, for the most part. Ren was learning he was not a very good person. That he couldn't just turn the other cheek and say 'oh you were brainwashed, no worries about calling me a fagot forty seven times and making fun of my mother.' Okay, it was only five times --he really didn't count-- but each of those five times hurt. And Heath was so damn cruel and sadistic on top of it. Ren wanted to brush it off, but the ache wouldn't go away. He knew Heath didn't like that he was gay, he'd have to be a fool to think otherwise, but he didn't think Heath hated him for it.
And Ren was sure, deep down, that was really how Heath felt. It made him angry, but above all else, it made him sad. Heath had other family, other people in his life. Ren had no one but a father he only spoke with on the phone for five minutes, and a half brother that secretly was disgusted by him.
It was more hiding than pouting. Really. That was why the door was closed and locked, the shades drawn, and Ren was laying on his bed. Hiding because he really was a bad guy, being unable to forgive someone that was under someone else's influence, someone that he had almost killed.