When Ren turned away from the closed door, intending to go home, he saw Tristian looking right at him. For a second, his stone face cracked. A hint of panic and embarrassment he wasn't used to showed through. Normally he didn't care even if people saw him at a low point, but he felt low and having Tristian see it got to him. What should he say? He didn't know what to say at all. Smoothing his hands against his dark pants, he walked past the other man like he could pretend what didn't happen never did. "Good morning," he croaked. Even before the incident, he forgot about his meeting at work so he figured this would be the end of their interaction for the day. He could go home and erase all of this from his memory.