log: adrian and ren
"Yeah, that," Ren nodded, a flash of understanding lighting his eyes. "People say dead ends are a waste, but have you ever noticed that it's pretty quiet at the end of a dead end road? Lots of space and not a lot of other, and when you've decided maybe it's not the place for you, you turn around and walk out of it. Dead ends don't really need to be feared, sometimes they're just where you need to be."
He reached over in one motion and poured hot water into the tea cup. He slid a paper jacket over the cup, put a lid on it, and he walked over to set it down in front of Adrian, his eyes watching him carefully - appreciative maybe of the sort of understanding that he seemed to have of what Ren was saying. Maybe he was running from his own expectations. Maybe not, but Ren got the sense that he got it, regardless.
Ren reached back for the cloth, but made no move forward to really start cleaning things up. Was it late and was he likely to regret this fact in the morning? Probably, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered to care about a hazy someday. "History's a wide category," he pressed his lips together considering. "There's a good number of biographies - I think there's something about people's stories that I always find fascinating. Every life has its own ordinary origins, and every life its own unique jewels. But also, there's - actual histories, and they cover every country and every time. You might have to give me a little more to go on than that."
He did pick up the cloth now, and he wiped down the table in front of Adrian, pausing just as he reached the end. "You know, it's late, but if you don't have anywhere you want to be, you're welcome to stay and talk. If you want. I'm just going to clean things up and close down here and normally that's kinda boring as fuck when I'm on my own."