Re: quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
"I'm offended," he intoned, dry as a bone. He set the glasses on the ground and poured out a generous portion for them both.
Adrian felt a warm feeling of rightness when Ren said he didn't have much company. It washed over his nervous energy about coming here, about getting up the courage to just call him, to just come over. Ren didn't have many people. That meant he couldn't be tired, just yet, of his company.
"I work at the military facility," he said, without blinking an eye. If this was meant to be a secret, you wouldn't know it. He handed Ren his glass. "I study gene therapy for disease."