Re: log: adrian and ren
"Thank you," he said, to being excluded from the world of people less good than books. This slightly wry - forgetting himself for a moment, there was still room to be amused. "So did I." 'Proper friends' were a luxury he was never afforded, with a single exception. "I had one friend," he said, re-wrapping his hands around the cup. He silenced whatever might have followed by taking a sip. Hot, too hot, and he blew a little into the hole in the top. "You seem charming. I'm surprised." He was under the impression that charming people had an easy time of life.
He followed Ren's gaze to the distant shelf where the book might be. "I'll take a look," he said, though he made no move to get up from his chair. He liked talking to Ren, and the book was an abstraction. He wouldn't forget the recommendation, however.
He watched Ren continue the methodical, highly satisfying process of cleaning everything by steps. He felt strangely privileged to sit here after the store was closed, as though he was seeing behind the scenes of a play. "What did you read? When you weren't making friends."