ooc: Sarge's bewilderment is the MOST ADORABLE thing in the world
The frown that replied to him made Wren bite at his lip, his breath hitching a little in something that wasn't quite vibrant enough to be fear but was definitely more immediate than worry. Frowny faces meant bad things were coming and Wren wasn't sure what it was he had done wrong already that had made one appear. He didn't catch what was said but then the man was coming closer to him, strange in that he wasn't reaching hands out for him or taking his clothes off; Wren was ready to make things better anyway.
He flinched just a little when the man reached over his shoulder and removed his bag, the curiosity in him burning at odds with his instinctive reaction to cower. He turned that intense and earnest gaze from the man's face to the bag and watched as the stranger pulled a bottle of water out of it like some amazing magic trick. His attention snapped back to the man at the question, partially because he needed that water and a little because he knew that good boys paid attention, listened when someone was talking to them. He nodded a little, sucking in his bottom lip and letting it out. "Please, please." he begged before he reached a hand out and tentatively, timidly, let his fingertips rest on his new friend's knee, just high enough and on the inside of the leg enough to be more suggestive than innocent but seemingly without rhyme nor reason.