[Takeout: Ren/Hannah/Reece]
Hannah was really, really glad Ren had moved out of the motel. Even the very first day she met him, in the laundry, she could tell he wasn't really the type of person to live in a motel. This was so much better. It wasn't a cold old house by the lake, like the one he'd described to her, and she liked it very much. It was sweet and cute and quaint, and she he was the type of person who needed to entertain. It wasn't that it was a requirement, but he talked about doing things that involved other people, and he talked about that a lot. He was like a butterfly in a field, and he needed other butterflies with bright colors and fluttering wings. She knew he was hiding in Repose, but she didn't think Ren was made to be alone.
Hannah was wearing a dress and cardigan, and she was really glad to be at this table with these two men. She liked them both very much, even though they were really different from each other. She was glad, too, that they were together, because she liked when her friends liked each other. Hannah had no real concept of jealousy, and maybe that was one way in which she hadn't exceeded her programming. She was happy. Flats slipped off he feet and left to rest beneath he chair, and her elbows on the IKEA table.
She looked up, waking herself from the whirring whir of her reveries, when Ren asked about the drinks. "I'll take a beer. I had a picnic recently, or kind of a barbecue, with my postcard sender. Castor. Well, he was Castor and I was Pollux, and he made kabobs and brought beer. The beer was nice. It was golden and fizzy and a little tart," she said; it was her first beer from a can, and she could still remember the burst of fizz beneath her nose. She knew they needed to talk about the park, but she was enjoying the company very much. She smiled over at Reece, and she reached over to squeeze his warm, human fingers. She wasn't in his head, but she knew things must be hard for him right now. They'd been really, really hard for her at first, and she remembered the days and months after as things deluged in warm and sticky red and accompanied by screams. Awakening, it wasn't a nice thing.