Re: [Ren's apartment.]
She was glad he smiled. She was glad nothing she'd said had broken him, that his smile wasn't gone. People were delicate, and she thought they were more delicate than she was. Once, she'd believed herself a person, a real one, and she'd thought everything was the same. The exception of her body didn't change anything, or so she'd thought, but now she knew that wasn't true. She was resilient in a way people weren't always, or she saw herself that way. It explained how she slept sweet and quiet nights, even after Marcus. But he was Ren, and she knew he was as fragile as he was strong. She could see it in him, the fragility and darkness that lived with his powers and strength, and it wasn't any kind of magic. She wasn't special, and she didn't have any kind of sight. She just knew.
When he didn't respond, changed the subject, moved on, she didn't push or fight or anything. If he was done, he was done, and she respected that. She understood that there was a point when things became too much, and she'd said a lot, and he'd said a lot.
She nodded about a movie, and there was no hesitation, nothing but pleasure that he still wanted to spend time with her, even after all the words that had spilled past her lips. "Whatever you want to watch," she said, and she reached out to pet his hair, fingers dragging through dark strands. "I'll stay as long, as long as you want," she promised.