log: louis and ren
"Maybe we can set them up on a blind date, so long as you allow us to watch for the inevitable moment when my father embarrasses my mother, and the the whole thing becomes highly uncomfortable for everyone involved."
But then there was the compliment, and Ren looked over, smiling into his wine cup before he took that sip, drinking to all of the things mentioned. Fewer secrets, maybe the truth, and certainly beauty. While Ren might not see himself that way, he could easily call Louis beautiful. It was beauty, that felt as if it belonged right here, and part of Ren toyed with the idea of what it might look like to just move in, and instead of putting money into the motel, pay his paychecks to the caretaker to keep silent that he was staying here. It would work, likely, until his parents decided to do a check-up without notice. Although, the chances of them walking into the coffee shop when that happened was not impossible, so perhaps it was worth the risk.
"Society, mostly," Ren put the glass down on ledge of the balcony, keeping his hand around it to keep it balanced. "There are things that must not be discussed, and other things that must be maintained. Sometimes it's for family, because there are almost certainly aspects there we should not talk about. And as for names, perhaps, it really depends on how familiar you are with politics, but my mother has been in it for a very long time, so possibly."
He lifted the glass again, took another sip, and then sat it on the table, turning his full attention to Louis, debating as he did so the merits of kissing him now, or kissing him later, imagining too the taste of wine on his tongue. "You fit this balcony," he told him softly.