log: adrian and ren
"More times than I'm likely to admit to," Ren's lips turned up in a smirk. "It's not a terrible daydream though, and should one ever end up in that situation, one should have some idea of whom one might thank."
Ren watched for a moment, considering the thoughtfulness. "He must have been a good friend," Ren offered quietly. He wished he could say he knew the type, but he didn't feel much as if he'd ever had that sort of companionship. Not really. There had been a few boys he'd gotten on with during his time at school, but none had really known his truth, and none had been close enough to make him feel that nothing could be wrong. "I think it is rather rare. But worth holding onto when you find it. I hope you're still in touch with him."
He'd taken long enough, he supposed, so he turned himself around and turned back to finishing up the washing. As much as he was enjoying the conversation, he suspected Adrian would have things he needed to get to eventually. He washed through several things, taking apart pieces that needed it, washing through the rings, and laying them to the side. "I think I'd like a friend like that. People say you make the closest friends in boarding school, but I found it stifling at times, and... maybe my expectations were too high." He reached for a towel to start drying things off and putting them back on top of the espresso machine so they would be ready in the morning. "I haven't been here long enough to see if such a thing is possible here. I suppose it depends on whom else ends up in the dead end," the corner of his lips turned up slightly.