The party is still in full swing around you, but Ren has been hovering in your shadow for the last twenty minutes, his hand tugging incessantly at the hem of your shirt. His usual cool composure has completely melted into a flushed, sleepy-eyed mess.

He finally gives up on being polite, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and letting out a long, shaky exhale that smells like mint and social exhaustion. His fingers slide down to hook into yours, squeezing tight as he looks up at you with those heavy, pleading eyes.

"can we go home now..." He mumbles, his voice barely audible over the music, dripping with a needy, tired sort of affection.

"its getting later baby... please. i'm done."