quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
Ren raised an eyebrow, and a smile spread across his lips. "Usually I make my coffee at work so I haven't been inspired to spend money or table space on something else, but uh," he raised a hand to the back of his neck and shrugged sheepishly. "Please keep my secrets for me, I beg you."
He sat down in the chair across from Adrian, took in the beer, and nodded approvingly. "You know I would have done that anyway, but hey, I'm not going to turn one down either." A beat. "You want to talk about the long day, or ignore completely?"