log: louis and ren
Ren smiled his approval of this idea. It felt like the perfect way to do this evening really. He reached for the wine glass, turning it gently in his hand for a moment admiring the liquid for a moment. As he listened to Louis’ question or follow-up to his question really, Ren’s lips twitched with the edges of a smile. Louis struck him as thoughtful, intelligent, perhaps able to put pieces together, and maybe Ren wanted to be put together by someone who was really good at it. He suspected, or maybe he just hoped that Louis would be someone good at it.
He hummed lightly and leaned forward in the balcony. “Because it isn’t my father’s and as to whether they are together or not, well that depends on the day or maybe the hour hmm? But so far as anyone else might know, the answer to that question is always yes. Appearances, after all, Louis. One must consider appearances. As for why I am at the hotel? I don’t wish to be found, and fuck appearances.”
His jaw tightened slightly and then he relaxed again, purposefully and with Intention. “But the view is better,” he turned his gaze back to Louis, this time with a smile, and anticipation and hope in the dark eyes. He raised the glass. “To fewer secrets.”