Grunting in answer, Ren let Tristian take the clothes away which left him just standing there with nothing to do. At least he felt more comfortable now and after a second, turned to run his hands under the faucet. Most of the wine spilled there and down his arms, the rest landing on his chest. He felt glad he drank half the glass, but also sad he wouldn't get to drink the other half now. His mind drifted off in the direction of a drink when he realized Tristian continued to speak to him. Ren turned, trying to figure out why this guy was sticking to him. When the words sunk in, Ren's eyes went wide.

For just a second, Ren looked completely stunned before he recovered. Tristian stood far too close, but Ren didn't step back either, just left them in this awkward situation. "Why?" he finally asked. He didn't quite understand the whims of other people, but for the first time tonight, he found himself interested in someone else and their thoughts. Why did Tristian want him? Wasn't such an emotion as that strange?