Wren raises a wry eyebrow; he wouldn't mind being a little intoxicated either, but that would just lead to one of a limited number of endings, none of which are talking things out the way they need to be. Or even talking about talking things out.
He takes a breath. That strikes right to his heart, and Wren isn't sure how he'd react if he was someone other than he is. Who he is is relatively impassive, through nature or adaptation, and the hard swallow and stare at Rian and the way his hands tighten on the cup he's holding feel like he's broadcasting his emotions on a giant billboard.
They did, whether angry or enraptured or creating. Kindling. He doesn't know how to stop it either. But he's tired of being all light and no warmth.
"Yeah," he says and nods. He just takes it in; it's a lot to take. "I -- That's why I called you." Because he wants to figure it out.
"Are you going to?" he asks after a second, because he's an asshole, but it's gentle, and smiling a little, and a little overwhelmed.
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Date: 2015-04-15 04:17 pm (UTC)He takes a breath. That strikes right to his heart, and Wren isn't sure how he'd react if he was someone other than he is. Who he is is relatively impassive, through nature or adaptation, and the hard swallow and stare at Rian and the way his hands tighten on the cup he's holding feel like he's broadcasting his emotions on a giant billboard.
They did, whether angry or enraptured or creating. Kindling. He doesn't know how to stop it either. But he's tired of being all light and no warmth.
"Yeah," he says and nods. He just takes it in; it's a lot to take. "I -- That's why I called you." Because he wants to figure it out.
"Are you going to?" he asks after a second, because he's an asshole, but it's gentle, and smiling a little, and a little overwhelmed.