Re: log: adrian and ren - in the cottage
"Irish breakfast is great," Ren nodded and after a moment he crossed the room to the table and pulled out a chair and sat down, because standing felt awkward, and obviously Adrian was making him tea, it wasn't as if he expected him to leave soon, he expected him to stay and drink the tea, so it was fine. He looked around the room more fully too, and eventually his eyes landed back on Adrian.
He could only imagine what the facility was like having not been in there himself. But he had enough of an idea of it, and he knew what he would do in such a place. He was pretty certain it would be a type of death, particularly if he ended up cut off from his magic at all, and he didn't think it could be healthy for anyone. What people considered safe, wasn't always great for the people who were considered dangerous. His entire life felt as if it had been an exercise in what that felt like. His Uncle had treated him as if he had to be contained and while he never physically had been, that emotional weight had been damaging to him. He was only just beginning to feel as if he might be free from it.
Adrian's final statement pulled Ren's gaze up, so that his dark eyes were intent on the other man's face. "I'm not here because you're 'fun'," Ren stated firmly. "I'm here because you're you." He didn't know if it was the right thing to say, he knew Sue was a possibility and Ren's experience with Sue wasn't ... significant enough to really be able to try to figure out how to manage that. He was determined, somehow, to figure it out, because the man in front of him mattered to him, a lot.
He moistened his lips, and shifted in his chair, and then finally stood up again, even though he'd just sat down, but it was to cross the kitchen, pacing just for a moment back and forth: "I liked you when you were that guy that came into my shop at closing, and you were quiet and sad and you needed tea. And I liked you when you were that guy in the woods showing me what you could do with all that power you carry around with you, sexy and gorgeous and just... all of that energy. And I liked you when you send me that Christmas card, and the poster, and... when you showed up in that damn motel room with beer and sucked me dry, all those times I liked you, and I like you now. And we're going to figure this out. Somehow."
He turned and reached his fingers out to grab Adrian's. "Even if I don't really entirely have a fucking clue what I'm doing, which might not be the most um, helpful thing to say right now, but it's true, and you should know it, probably, but I have some ideas, and we've got time to play with things. We'll figure it out."