Re: log: louis and ren
Louis was untroubled by the idea of being alone in a very large house on a lonely lakeshore with a man he'd only been on a few dates with. He was still afraid of many things, but Ren wasn't one of them.
His secret, one he held to rather tightly these days, made him swell with something totally uncharacteristic - self-confidence. He knew Ren wanted him the same way he knew the air was cool. Ren pulsed with it, low level, spiking on occasion, and it puffed Louis up a bit. He had spent most of his life second guessing the faintest hints of interest, and falling for manipulators and cheats. He attempted to tune it out, but it remained, a background sensation that prickled the back of his neck.
He followed Ren through a lovely, clean, well-appointed house. No dropcloths over the furniture, so while it didn't seem as if anyone lived here, someone was taking care of the place. He jostled the bag in his hand, and a pair of bottles clinked together. "A dry riesling and a nice, plummy pinot noir," he said. "I'm not an expert, but I think they should be drinkable. I hope they pass muster."
He did glance at the bedroom, and at the halls - the decor, the taste of the people who owned this place, that interested him. From it, he tried to draw conclusions about who they were to Ren. "I could keep guessing," he said, "Or you could tell me who owns the house?"