[Ren's apartment.]
"Maybe that's why I haven't read it for a while," Ren shrugged. "I've lost enough things recently." He regretted saying it, sort of, almost as quickly as he had said it. He sighed, and quickly downed more beer, letting the words slip away and instead of babbling things out into the silence, he just sat for a minute. He'd lost time. He sort of felt like he'd lost track of who he was. He sort of felt a little like he'd shifted friends around too. Like, he'd arrived, and things had been shiny and new and sort of hopeful, and he'd met Hannah and Claire and Adrian and they'd all been friends, and the only one that he felt as if he'd hung onto in the same way - that still actually knew him, and that he felt he still knew, was Hannah, and that made him feel as if he'd messed up somehow, because he was pretty certain that had been on her side, not on his.
He leaned his head back against the sofa and let his eyes close, focusing in on the feel of the glass under his fingers. It wasn't as cool as it had been when he'd first pulled it out of the refrigerator. That was okay. He didn't need it to be cold and it was still a long-way to hot. Finally he turned his head to the side, opened his eyes and gave her a smile. "I'm glad," he said. "You should have had the best New Years, and the party here was good, but, I think that was better for you. There were just a lot of people here, and it was good, like it was cool that people wanted to come? But I don't think I'd call it beautiful, exactly, just... nice."
He sat the half empty, not hot, but definitely still warm beer down on the table in front of him and he took the beer she'd brought. He liked her moving around his place as if she belonged there. The whole point ha d been to have someplace homey and warm, and having someone in it that wasn't just him made it feel more that way. It had been the nice bit of the party. Because he'd come to realize that even with it all dressed up like it was, it was still empty of anyone but him. Maybe he really should get a dog.
"If I didn't do something wrong then what, Hannah?" He asked quietly. "Why? You weren't there, and you didn't see how I behaved. I just felt like I'd been rude and I didn't want it to be awkward. I just... it will be awkward probably. Everything's awkward." Archie wasn't awkward, he guessed, but that was only so long as he didn't think about it too much or worry if he needed to have some sort of define the relationship conversation with him. They just hooked up, and it felt good, and that had been kinda what he needed over the holidays, but he knew there was some anxiety lurking that it would explode and turn... different, and be awkward. He downed another bit of beer and shrugged. "I feel dumb," he said finally.