Re: log: louis & ren - diner
He was halfway into speaking again when Ren veered straight into sarcasm, and the knot in Louis' stomach wound that much tighter. He had promised to answer any question asked honestly, but this wasn't that. This was more what he had been afraid of. Surely, he deserved it. That didn't make it easier to hear, as Ren's energy wound tightly toward anger.
Louis pulled at the sleeve of his coat as Ren began the windup. His expression flickered when Ren asked him if he preferred a dick - second-guessing, distaste, and then a hardening altogether. "That is not what does it for me," he said, quietly. He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket, and began thumbing through. He dropped enough money on the table to cover both their meals and a generous tip.
Finally, he met Ren's gaze again. "I think we both should," he said. He was sad, he was frustrated with himself, he was anxious over the conflict of the moment, but he kept a solid front. "If you want to talk again, you know you can, any time."