Re: log: louis and ren
Louis perhaps didn't realize what a secret it was, but he did understand that it felt like a confession for Ren to bring him here. If he was living in the motel, and he wanted to remain unfound, it was interesting that he had still chosen Repose. "So you wanted to come back here, but not for anyone to know you were here," he said. It felt like the logical conclusion. "What drew you back? You could have hidden anywhere."
He clasped the wine glass with both hands, but he seemed to have temporarily forgotten it was there. "What a secretive family," he said, a little amused by the cloak-and-dagger dealing of it all. But Ren seemed to treat it seriously, and he sobered, wondering what 'true identities' meant. "Were they Russian aristocrats on the run? What do you mean, 'true identities?'"
Louis smiled, then, in a completely unstudied way. There were some things about him that still smacked of a younger man, and his unabashed pleasure at classic, sappy romantic stuff? That was one of them. "Call me Cinderella," he declared, and set his glass down as well. He extended him a hand. "Can you waltz?"