Re: log: ren/adrian - ren's place
The playfulness in the response lightened something inside Ren that he hadn't quite been aware of being heavy and his eyes brightened along with that. "I mean, I wasn't planning on it, but now I've got this half notion of us crashing a joint."
It was the sort of thing he hadn't done for so long. He hadn't done it since probably when he was at University, when he would give them his driver's license with the family name on it, and they'd look at it, and stare at him, and he'd make up some bullshit about his mother not wanting to hear that her darling baby boy was turned away, and then they'd grimace - there was always a specific look, and suggest a coat from the cloak room, and like clockwork he could usually pull it off, and the thrill had definitely been in the stares.
He kept hold of Adrian's hand as the left the cottage keeping it until such time as they were ready to climb out of the case, and Ren did so, standing above Adrian on the floor of his living room while Adrian followed. "I actually don't have a plan," he told Adrian with a shrug. "Like, tonight I don't want plans outside of you, my motorbike, and the Capital. But um, if you want to know more, we could come up with something for sure."