Re: [Takeout: Ren/Hannah/Reece]
Reece had no particular feelings about Ren moving out of the motel, but he'd never visited the dude there. I mean, he, Reece, had stayed there—oh, and he'd visited Hannah there—but, he didn't know to be relieved or happy, so he wasn't. But, this new place seemed cool, if still in the early stage of unpacking, and, although he didn't know Ren as well as Hannah, Reece thought it suited Ren. Plus, he got them Chinese food, so Reece was contented as he sat at the island of the IKEA table with the other two. He was using his chopsticks on his lo mein, metal alloy fingers as nimble and natural to him as his not-metal alloy fingers, which I'm saying because 'flesh fingers' sounds kind of gross.
He hadn't dressed up for the visit, but he realized a little ways in that a white t-shirt was probably a bad idea with chopsticks and slippery noodles. It was too late now though, so he just scooted the chair closer to the newly-built table, looking up as Hannah was smiling happily to herself. He lifted his brows at her in a silent question, but she was lost in thought, and Ren was getting them paper towels. Because Reece was Reece, he was nervous. In an inverse, he tended to be more nervous around people he knew, because he sought to impress them (though he usually failed), but he did okay with strangers—usually; there were exceptions. He could fake-smile with the best of them and he seemed mostly friendly, if a little snobby now and then.
"Oh. Uh. Yeah. I'll have—yeah, I'll have what she's having." Not being super nervous, however, didn't mean he was any smoother at talking, and he pushed back a loose bang from his forehead with his... flesh fingers. His (flesh) elbow was on the table, and he glanced over to Hannah as she talked about a barbecue with someone named Castor. Which just reminded Reece of the scene in Stand By Me, where Lard-Ass barfed on everyone as revenge, which didn't help his appetite exactly. He slowed in his chewing. Still, he smiled at Hannah's simple description of beer. "What was your first impression of the vodka that one time?" He asked jokingly, trying not to, you know, drop food on the table. This was asked just as Hannah reached over and took his hand. He squeezed back. Which maybe looked weird to Ren. Or not, because he knew Hannah, and Hannah was just like this.
Trying hard not to think at all about his 'awakening', Reece turned his eyes, one an unnatural blue and one a soft brown, to Ren. Who didn't exactly look like Reece imagined he would, but who wasn't too far off either. "I still want to see your ghost impression, man." To Hannah: "He said it's good."