Re: log: adrian and ren
"An EGOT, even." He wasn't a complete entertainment illiterate, though he was very out of the loop. He could count the amount of movies he'd seen in theatres without running out of fingers. "Have you ever dreamed about that?" He leaned back in the chair a little. "The acceptance speech. The award doesn't matter. Who you would thank, what kind of thing you'd win for. It's a nice daydream."
"Thank you," he said, polite and quiet as ever. Drowned in a haze, pulled sharply between too poles, he had a habit of staring longer than he should have. He kept losing his train of thought - awards, mysteries - friends.
He nodded, and his lips thinned, pressed together in unconscious concentration on a distant memory. "They were. He was. He helped keep me sane. Taught me a lot. Made school feel safe." He blinked, took a long breath. "That doesn't happen often. Finding someone who can make you feel as if nothing is wrong, or will be wrong, or can be wrong. Correcting company. It doesn't come around often."