Re: log: louis and ren
Louis smiled a little, unthinking, when Ren laced his fingers through his. What could possibly be wrong with this? What ever had? He wondered whether he had always gravitated toward men who treated him terrible out of a felt necessity or out of real preference. Had he just liked the wrong sort of men, as he'd thought of it then, or had he only taken up with those who pursued him ruthlessly? It was interest he was really attracted to. Maybe he was just unfortunate that it had been so often shown by people who were less than kind.
The revelation that Ren had some relationships with women wasn't one, really. He listened, and he tried to imagine the sort of women Ren might seek out. "I wonder what your type might be," he said, making no distinction between the sexes. "Somehow, I get the feeling I may not fit into it." But that might, again, have been his typical self-deprecation. "Unless you only date antique dealers," he added. "Then I would really have something to prove."
Around they went, moving in circles at a regular pace, making figure-eights across the balcony. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Not from lack of trying, at least when I was younger. But I had to give it up, sooner rather than later. I wasn't fooling anyone, least of all myself." He tipped his head. "We're all different." A lot of worse, caught his attention, and he wondered how far Ren would let him push it. "Just recently, or always?" he asked, gently.