Ren blinked in confusion before Tristian grabbed his arm and dragged him off in another direction. Ren realized the headed to the bathroom, where he intended to go in the first place, so he obediently followed behind without a word. He felt the cold stickiness of the wine against his skin, the actual discomfort of it hitting him after the realization that he spilled it in the first place. Indeed, Yasu would lose his shit.

By the time they reached the bathroom, Ren wore his usual face again. Any emotions in regard to this strange man mellowed out because most important was saving Yasu's clothes and himself from a scolding. Ren shrugged out of the jacket immediately, tossing it over the edge of a sink without care. "Sorry about the wine," he mumbled as he started to peel his shirt away as well. He'd been sweating too so the silky fabric clung to him in an annoying way that made him more than happy to remove it.