quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
"Well," Ren shrugged, but there was a smile at the simple agreement. "And I kind of had reason not to like it, or not to try to like it anyway. You don't usually need it on stage anyway."
"Yeah, I get that," Ren looked down into his own glass, only for his gaze to snap back up at Adrian's question. For a heartbeat he considered it, trying to determine the motivation behind it. He tilted his head, the glass coming down to gently rest on his knee. Taking it at face value seemed to be the easiest thing to do, so he did that, but kept his gaze on Adrian's face. "Yeah, of course. why?