[Ren answers the door with a neutral expression, and nothing in it changes even after he sees Poe in front of him. The pilot coming to see him has stopped being unexpected and started being something Ren considered an inevitability—more of a question of "when" than a question of "if."
He's dressed in something relatively simple, not unlike what he wore to the festival—high collared, long sleeved, gloves—though staying inside for so long means he's not bothering to wear a coat.]
Dameron.
[It's probably the first time he's addressed the man by name, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. He simply steps aside to allow Poe and the guard in, giving the latter a glance of acknowledgement. He has no reason to be particularly uncivil or annoyed; he's proven over the past month that he's willing to follow their rules and stay here, with a couple of exceptions regarding the sharing of information: the Symposium and the meeting of the Arehtei. Even with those, however, he didn't exactly storm out without permission. He just bothered them until they finally said yes.
Ren is casual in his own home, even though it's been invaded by strangers and annoyances for the past month. The strangers have become acquaintances, and the annoyances less annoying. He simply strides forward towards the lone armchair and sits in it, peering at Poe curiously.]
Any particular reason for your visit today, or should I expect more vague conversations about our feelings?
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He's dressed in something relatively simple, not unlike what he wore to the festival—high collared, long sleeved, gloves—though staying inside for so long means he's not bothering to wear a coat.]
Dameron.
[It's probably the first time he's addressed the man by name, but he doesn't bring any attention to it. He simply steps aside to allow Poe and the guard in, giving the latter a glance of acknowledgement. He has no reason to be particularly uncivil or annoyed; he's proven over the past month that he's willing to follow their rules and stay here, with a couple of exceptions regarding the sharing of information: the Symposium and the meeting of the Arehtei. Even with those, however, he didn't exactly storm out without permission. He just bothered them until they finally said yes.
Ren is casual in his own home, even though it's been invaded by strangers and annoyances for the past month. The strangers have become acquaintances, and the annoyances less annoying. He simply strides forward towards the lone armchair and sits in it, peering at Poe curiously.]
Any particular reason for your visit today, or should I expect more vague conversations about our feelings?