Ren sat on the second step of the stairs, elbows on knees, and let his thoughts roll over the last three days like a slow wind.
"It all started as a mess and turned into something useful," he murmured to himself. "Funny how that works."
He remembered the first night, the way his kidnapping had poured chaos into his whole life. He remembered Meiling staying with them, stubborn as a rock, refusing to go anywhere. He remembered Misa's cautious glances at her, the suspicion wrapped around her like a scarf.
"I didn't expect to see her," Ren said to himself, more to break the silence than to speak to anyone. "For some reason...seeing her really gives me a different kind of feeling now."
He glanced at the small holographic display flickered, showing a number he had watched climb without lifting a finger.
Affection:
Lan Meiling – 85% (You're mine, my beloved! my life!)
Ren snorted softly. "Not even I touch it and it goes up. Ridiculous. From 80 to 85 without even doing anything."
