Re: log: adrian and ren
A dead end road. The image was strangely appealing, just now. Somewhere quiet, deep and dark in the woods, somewhere that lead to nowhere else. Repose, for him, was not a dead end. It was rife with possibility and conflict. He'd need to go on his own escape to some nowhere town on the other side of the world to run from the many, many routes through Repose.
He took the cup, looking first at the white lid, then up at Ren. He was an attractive man in an unusual way, a fact he noticed only dimly through the veil he felt over his head. He wrapped both hands around the cardboard sleeve, warm, but not too warm. "I'm not very interested in stories of great men. Or women." A moment's thought. "Not biographies, I mean. I like stories with a cast of characters. Many people, all tangled in circumstances they're reacting to as best they can in their situation and their time."
He lifted the cup so Ren could do his job properly, and watched him, unreadable, as he offered to let him stay. Quietly. "Well, I wouldn't want you to be bored as fuck." That might have been a joke.