Winthrop's Penthouse

Winthrop's Penthouse
moonstraw city

When Wren Winthrop moved to Moonstraw City, he began renting a penthouse in the tallest high-rise apartment building in the city. All of its furniture came with the penthouse, so it doesn't have any personal flair at the moment, but this is simply a pitstop on the road to having his own house one day. He doesn't need to worry about furniture! It's two stories tall with his bedroom occupying the entirety of the second floor. It has a view of the living room down below, which is amazing for surveillance though it hasn't been proven necessary so far.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

With his penthouse in order, Wren felt it was necessary to host a little event to gather some of his new and old friends all together in one place. He's learned that expecting everyone to get along is ridiculous, but his half birthday is just around the corner and he assumes happily that most of these people will be there for his twenty-fifth birthday. It's better they see each other now, but the party is a good opportunity for networking considering some of the bigger names floating around the penthouse. Wren has spent most of his night bouncing from person to person and introducing everyone, one of the few sober ones left at the event. He doesn't mind having others get wasted in his apartment since he has plenty of space for them to crash and leave tomorrow. He has plenty of hangover cure potions in his kitchen cabinets too though he never uses them. They're there just for occasions like these. As the night starts to dwindle, he has his heart set on catching one of his newer friends, Seven Darling. He's still in awe by the other man's profession, finding it to somehow be more dangerous than his own and quidditch is honestly a sport children shouldn't be playing... To think he has been playing it for most of his life at this point is insane to him, but he tries not to consider that. It usually leads to him contemplating if he is putting too many eggs in this basket. It doesn't really matter anyways; clearly this basket is sufficient enough or else he wouldn't live in a nice place like this. "Hey! Seven!" He calls, grinning at just the sight of him and slipping through some people chatting away in the middle of the living room in order to get to him. "What do you think?"

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven very rarely passes up the opportunity to be around other people, so it is no surprise that he accepted Wren's invitation to this little event. Most of the evening has been spent talking to some other Quidditch stars and they've proven to be fun company, so he does not regret coming over. Like Wren, he is one of the only few sober ones left in the apartment. He has spent the last five minutes helping someone stumble out of the bathroom and onto a nearby couch, but it's fine and Seven rationalizes that at least he is there to assist Wren in dealing with these guests. Currently, he is sitting on a couch on the balcony. He had been hoping to get some fresh air, but there are a handful of people who have come outside to smoke. When Wren calls out his name, Seven meets him halfway by reentering, wanting to escape that atmosphere. "Wren! Hello." Seven grins, leaning against a nearby wall to relax. "You have a ridiculously nice place. This is awesome." he comments, smiling. "And your friends are..." He is interrupted by a roar of drunken laughter coming from a group of people in the corner. "...fun! I can tell they're having the time of their lives." It is not sarcastic, but Seven has mentioned in the past that is not exactly his thing, so surely Wren should understand. "I've been having a lot of fun too, don't worry." Seven takes a sip of the carbonated drink in his hand before continuing. "It helps that the host is so wonderful."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

His face gets warm at the compliment. Even after all of the compliments people pay him, the occasional comment about how *wonderful* he is will turn him fluttery and warm. It mostly depends on who is saying it, which brings him to a point of having to ignore that those are the feelings he has. "Amazing! If you enjoy it so much, maybe you can find your way over here more often," he says, voice increasing in volume as the roaring continues. His wand is put away somewhere in his room, so muting them isn't much of an option. Besides, it adds to the atmosphere. Even if Wren doesn't enjoy drinking and... doesn't necessarily enjoy being around intoxicated people, there's something so intimate about standing there and having a conversation in the middle of the chaos. "Oh, they're something! All a bunch of rambunctious assholes." He laughs, saying it with love. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little quieter, just the two of us? No one will miss us; they're all in their own little worlds." He laughs again before he's bumped into by a friend, swinging around and helping her sit down on the couch. Everyone can tend to themselves for a little while, right? It doesn't really matter because they will have to and they're all grown enough.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven feels similarly that there is something special about interacting with someone so calmly in the midst of all this chaos. It is sweet how endeared Wren is by his friends – it is definitely nice that he is not taking it too seriously and that he is not getting too stressed about the frenzied environment. The comment about going somewhere alone quietly sounds off an alarm in Seven's head, but Wren has been cool so far and Seven is typically very good at establishing boundaries for himself. It's fine, and it would be nice to not have to constantly worry in the back of his mind about someone puking on him. "We could, yeah!" Seven agrees, "You sure your friends will be able to survive without you?" Seven adds, just as Wren helps the girl sit down properly. "I wouldn't want to steal you away from them, but if you're sure we won't be missed..."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren shrugs, glancing around (and moving his head around Seven in the process) to ensure that everything is in order. Everything is fine, and besides he won't be too far away in case a ruckus starts somewhere downstairs. "Everyone's perfectly fine!" He tells Seven, not really thinking to reassure him any more than that. It doesn't seem necessary. Wren is good at babysitting others and believes in his judgement, but has never been good at pitching his opinion or beliefs to others. No wonder he has to practice for interviews. "And we won't be. Everyone is getting along except for my old friend Bruce and he left a *while* ago, so there's no one to watch out for unless something suddenly turns sour." He knows a few of his guy friends are on the sensitive side and therefore he is a little worried, but he can see the lounge from his room. Speaking of, he gestures for Seven to start following him through the lounge and towards the stairs. No one should be anywhere near there, but he does pass a duo sat at the bottom of the stairs. "You'll see, but this place came with a damn couch in the bedroom. Why?" He laughs and tosses his hair over his shoulder. It's truly lost on him, but it's giving them somewhere to sit in peace. There's that.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Poor Bruce." Seven jokes, following him to the stairs. As the two of them navigate the penthouse, and it occurs to Seven as Wren speaks that this place probably came with all the furniture it has now and he hasn't had the chance to decorate it to make it more personal. "If you don't understand why the couch is there... then just remove it?" The solution seems simple and he laughs afterwards. "Then you can put something else in its place. I don't know. I had a couch in my bedroom when I was younger, but my mom was the one who designed all our bedrooms so that it would fit the *aesthetic* of the house. It was kind of pointless. I just tossed all my stuff on it when I didn't want to bother actually organizing my room. Such a mess." It has been long enough since his first encounter with Wren that Seven assumes he has done his research or at least been on his Witchagram enough to realize that he comes from a family where ridiculous wealthy-people behavior is common. "So, we're going to your room, huh?" Seven muses out loud. "I feel *so* special." Seven is obviously exaggerating and that is mostly to lighten the connotation and also make it clear that he is not interested in getting up to anything, especially not with a bunch of people downstairs. That seems disrespectful. "Did you just move in?"

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

He laughs at Seven's anecdote. He *has* done his research, but not enough that it spoils the fun of getting to know him, which he really wants to do on his own. One thing he did notice is that their mothers would likely destroy each other. As overbearing and success-driven as his mother is, she doesn't appreciate the extreme superficiality that Seven's mother seems to exude. Maybe that's a little harsh, so of course he doesn't say it. He thinks it though. "I don't have anywhere to put it, and it's part of the rent. I'd have to move it in here again when I leave." He dismisses the idea though he would appreciate it. It's probably better that he didn't have to try to find something to go there anyways. It's not as if he has a great, artistic eye. Wren doesn't freeze or start to sweat when he starts joking about going to his room. If he scared that easily, then he wouldn't be very good at his job. Instead he just sort of internally smacks his hand against the front of his face. "We're not doing anything. Don't get it twisted, bro," he tells him with a chuckle, not hesitating to clarify. He wouldn't *want* to. He can't, and especially not when there are so many people to see that that's what's happening. It would be a lot of people to come out to all at once. "I don't do that." What is *that*? Is it the hookups or just having sex with other men? Maybe both, but it's not as if he's *opposed* or wouldn't *want* to... It's stupid. He can't think about it right now. "I did! It was actually some weeks ago now, but in the grand scheme of things! It's nice, isn't it?" He can't stop talking about it. It's easy small talk albeit a little boastful.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Sure thing, *bro*," Seven replies in kind, rolling his eyes fondly. He appreciates that Wren clarified, and believes him when he says his intentions are wholesome. To Seven, Wren has the energy of someone very authentic and genuine – this is rare in the circles that Seven runs in and it is definitely refreshing. "When you *leave*?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as the two of them ascend the stairs. From time to time, he glances down at the partygoers on the first floor to make sure everything is going fine and that no one will interrupt their time together. Seven would not want that. "Are you not planning on staying here for very long, then?" The penthouse is a very nice and it looks very expensive, so it's not like he'd be looking to move to somewhere else in the city, right? "This place is already pretty awesome, don't you think? Would be hard to upgrade from here, though. It *is* nice, you're right, so I can't imagine wanting to leave for some place else."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

He doesn't care if he's getting shit or being teased because either way he knows what he did was right. Once they reach the door to his room, he turns and grins at the other man. His eyebrows wiggle before he opens it and pulls himself inside, waving his arm out to the side as if giving him some sort of grand entrance. "And here's where the magic happens," he says, tone mocking those who say that seriously. His eyes dart towards the eye sore of a couch, closing the door most of the way and leaving it a few centimeters open before falling down on the plush surface. "I'm moving out at some point, but not soon. Why would I want to live in a penthouse my whole life? It sounds sort of lame and limiting." His face scrunches in disgust before he just laughs it off. "I want a house at some point- a nice one with space for a family and a dog to run around." His life isn't defined by this desire for domesticity, but he would want it at some point once the more lively parts of his life have started to die down like his career. Once he's no longer on the pitch, he can consider children and a dog. Maybe two dogs so they have each other's company. "I didn't mean leaving Moonstraw. I plan on staying as long as my career lets me."

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Seven snorts when he welcomes him into his bedroom, and sits across Wren on the other end of the couch. "I don't think that far ahead." he says. Of course, Wren does not have the context that will make it depressing so Seven does not feel bad saying it. It would not upset Wren in the way those comments launch his parents into long-winded talks about remaining optimistic. Seven is quite certain that he's reached a point of acceptance for such thoughts to be matter-of-fact as opposed to negative thinking. "But it's nice that you do." He does not want to discredit this dream that Wren has for himself, especially since the picture seems to be so clear to him already. "It's good to know that you'll be staying here for as long as you can. I was afraid you were getting homesick for Vegas or Sydney." Seven is proud of himself for having remembered this little detail from their first encounter, but does not brag about it because that would be obnoxious and too validation-seeking. "So do you live here alone or is your family with you?" Wren seems close with his family, which is why Seven thinks it's a valid question to ask. He cannot imagine willingly living with either of his parents or any of his siblings. Lemon in particular, though, would be welcome to visit as much as she wants. Actually *living* with her though? He does not think the two of them would be able to survive. They instigate each other too much, but in the best possible way, in his opinion.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

If anything, the snort would egg his antics on, but they stop when collapses onto the couch. He grins at Seven, eyeing him up the moment he sits down. He doesn't care much if it's obvious. He was honest about his intentions earlier; it's not as if he's willing to break that. "It's not that important. I don't think everyone has to," he tells him, not really caring whether or not Seven minds his future. "It just always comes into conversations with family. After a while, you have to start wondering." He's always been a dreamer or else he wouldn't be here. His whole life has been based off of one big dream and he's incredibly lucky to have achieved it. He laughs at the thought of missing Vegas. It hides the momentary surprise that he has at the fact that Seven remembered what feels like such small details to his life. "I haven't lived in Vegas in... What? Maybe sixteen years? I don't even have family there, so there's not much to be homesick over." He pauses before feeling a little guilty. "My father lives in Montana, but again there's not much to be homesick over." He laughs it off. His father won't know he said it and he doesn't regret it. His focus returns to the penthouse and he gets visibly more excited. "No, living all alone, but my sister visits and crashes on the couch sometimes. For the record, she's *offered* the bed and she says some shit about how it adds to the vibes if she's just couch surfing." He rolls his eyes. He loves Sage a lot, but she's strange to him. "But she wants to move out here once she finishes her degree, so she might move in next summer and then move out a few months later once she learns that living with your brother isn't that much fun." Wren chuckles. "What about you? Are you living with anyone?"

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"Ah well, I guess you're right. My parents won't stop bugging me about my plans for life either, as if I'm not already set to do whatever I want." Seven scoffs good-naturedly. Of course, he knows that they do this in a misguided but well-intentioned attempt to get him excited about some hypothetical future that would give him more of a drive to keep on going. Truth be told, it depresses him if he thinks about it for too long and too hard, so he dodges their questions whenever they ask. He would not admit to that, though. Again, for all intents and purposes, Seven has already reached the final stage of grieving for himself and his situation. "I live all alone too. My place isn't as fancy as yours, but you should come over some time." Of course, Wren's penthouse sets the bar pretty high. Seven's flat is still considerably nicer and more spacious than the average apartment, but he found living somewhere so big and fancy unnecessary. He had *considered* getting himself a nicer, more extravagant place. Then, Prissy, who had been with him while apartment-hunting, made some comment about visiting as much as she can should he decide to live somewhere 'aesthetic'. "My younger sister bugs me about letting her stay over a lot, too." he says, smiling a little at the thought of Lemon. "My younger-younger sister." he clarifies, "Not my sister Priscilla. I don't know if you've heard of her. Ah. You might have seen her on Witchagram, maybe?" His face scrunches up and he makes no move to hide it. "We are not the closest. Nothing *dramatic*, but..." He makes an expression with his face to indicate his ambivalent feelings. "We don't have a lot in common. I don't with most of my siblings, really." He laughs. There's nothing wrong with not being close with your siblings, he thinks, and besides, if Wren has read *anything* about any of the older ones then he would like to take the opportunity to distance himself from those vibes.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren holds his tongue from some comment about how the older of Seven's sisters is quite attractive, but he sort of feels that in an objective sense. Apart from the fact that the Darlings are loaded, it's difficult to gain any sort of traction or following when you're unattractive. Still, he did definitely see her on Witchagram. "I have. I wouldn't have thought you two were related," he comments, chuckling awkwardly. It's true, but also he saw on Seeker that all of the Darling children are adopted. He wonders if it's offensive to insinuate that they aren't related, but he doesn't attempt to apologize unless he's been told that's the case. "It's truly something how people who were all raised together can end up so different from one another, but that's why things are... interesting. I guess." He laughs again. It feels weird going into this shit, so he sort of tries not to. Sage is not much different from him, but it always feels as if she is and it creates this unrest between them. Sometimes she says things that just get underneath his skin and she knows it, but vice versa happens too. It's probably a maturity issue. Wren changes the topic. "I would love to see your place sometime for sure. It's fine if it's nothing fancy. All you do is sleep and eat in it." One would think that he would then have chosen something less fancy, but he appreciates the view and how spacious it is considering how much time he has to spend hiding away in here. "Where do you live? Just in Moonstraw? If so, I wonder if you could see your building from here." Wren glances towards the wall of windows near his bed. It's been weird feeling so on top of the city.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"'All you do is sleep and eat in it', and yet..." Seven gestures at the grandiosity that is Wren's bedroom alone, not even trying to bother stifling his laugh. Wren does not seem like the type to be offended so easily, anyway. He looks towards the windows once Wren glances at it, and tries to see if he can spot his building from here. "Just in Moonstraw, yeah, on Star Grass Street." he confirms as he continues to seek it out. When Seven finally spots it, he leans forward and in effect closer to Wren, stretching out his arm to point at it. "Do you see the three identical towers near the park? I live in the one on the right." Once he feels that he's been able to adequately direct towards it, he leans back to his original position, putting space in between them again. "My family lives in Moonstraw, too, but it's a house so it'll be harder to point out." he remarks, "I remember the *moment* I got home from my seventh year at Hogwarts, I told my parents I was moving out and that I had already found a place. Not the one I'm living in *now*, of course. I wouldn't have been able to afford it." His parents would have bought it for him if he asked enough, but his pride wouldn't have allowed that.

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren laughs despite the light grilling. He had been thinking it to himself anyways. "I know. I know. I wanted to splurge on a view." He isn't embarrassed by it considering what other people will spend their money on. He would much rather put his towards a comfortable living situation. It's not as if his closet is full of anything fancy, and he isn't inhaling caviar. When Seven starts to point out his place, he turns to face the window better and doesn't let the close proximity bother him. He's close with a lot of his guy friends. "Damn, that building was nice. I remember going in there," he tells him. "If I had known I would be neighbors with Seven Darling, then I would've just moved in there." His tone is joking. It's not as if they're at a disadvantage considering Apparition exists or Floo. He listens intently when Seven starts explaining more about his family situation, adjusting again so he's facing the other man and can stare at him with enough intrigue in his eyes to show he's listening. He's always been an overbearing listener, but at least he's trying. "I had to move straight out of Mahoutokoro too, but that was for career nonsense. It was such a shitty little place right in the middle of the city. It was in a *basement* with no windows." It's sort of insane to think he's come this far, but he's proud of himself. "Why did you move out so early?" From what he's seen of the Darlings, his guess is overbearing parenting, but he wouldn't know.

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"My family was just... a lot to deal with. They're a lot better now, and honestly, it's better that I love them from a distance!" He lets out a loud laugh at that. He does love his family and he can tell that they love him, too. He does not have any particular angst there. They're just boring, obnoxious, and a bit overbearing at times, but now that he is older Seven has acknowledged their overprotection is justified. "When I graduated, my parents didn't want me racing anymore." he elaborates further. They had very valid reasons, too. Seven has to stop himself from absentmindedly tracing the small scar on his hairline which is obscured by his curls. "They thought it was *dangerous*. They're right, I will admit – " Seven chuckles, acknowledging this. " – but it's my passion, so I would not be reasoned with." After his accident in seventh year, Seven had rationalized that nothing *more* life-threatening could come of it since the worst case scenario was already the reality. "I found it easier moving out than having to deal with listening to them talk about that all the time." He looks at Wren to meet him in the eye and finds that he is really listening, and Seven preens a bit at the attention. "I lived with two friends in Muggle Scotland for a bit. We made the inside bigger than the outside and no one noticed a thing because... muggles. Very clever of us, I think. When things started picking up for me, I moved out and back to Moonstraw." His eyes trail back to his apartment building outside the window. "Damn, we could've been neighbors? What a missed opportunity." he comments, grinning. "It's fine. You can visit whenever. I don't mind visitors."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

He nods in acknowledgement of what he's saying, laughing along from time to time though significantly quieter than Seven is. He's trying to follow clues, but he's hesitating along the way as he tries to sort out the seriousness of the situation. "Sometimes you just need to put them at a distance. It's a good thing that worked out for you," he tells him. He wonders how well that will work out for him and his mother, but she's really not that overbearing. "A lot of magical careers are dangerous, so you might as well choose the one you're passionate about," he agrees. He wouldn't expect anyone to choose less than their passion in life. He finds it a little sad, but he knows that that's coming from a place of privilege and doesn't say that openly. "I'd love to come over, and you can come over here anytime too. Otherwise the place is pretty dead." His words trail off before he grins and turns his head to start pulling his hair out of his face. "My teammates have started to crash here from time to time, but you get along with all of them, right?"

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

"I haven't met all of them, but the ones I have, I thought were pretty cool." he says. Very quickly, Seven rewinds his experience of the night in his head trying to recall everyone he's met. He didn't know a lot of people at this party, but making friends has always come naturally to him, so it was fine and he did not feel out of place. "I had just finished helping Amarachi walk to the bathroom before you called me over. *That* was a fucking challenge. I don't know if she'll remember me, but she was nice!" Seven will likely follow her on Witchagram tomorrow anyway. Maybe that will spark her memory of their interaction, especially if she is the type to forget. "Hopefully she is just as entertaining sober." She seems like it, so Seven is hopeful! "And then I sat with Arden for a bit before she had to leave. I'm assuming she's one of the babies you mentioned when we first met. She was fun to talk to. She wasn't wasted, either! And that's always a plus." he comments, "Maybe next time *I* can throw a party and you can meet *my* friends." The idea of Wren meeting some of the other relevant people in Seven's life brings a slight smile to his face, and then he feels bad getting excited about it. The thought makes him slightly anxious and he cannot place why in the moment, so instead he shoves that feeling aside and continues to talk. "They would like you! A lot are Quidditch fans, so you wouldn't even need to try very hard to impress them."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

His beams at the mention of such a familiar name. "Amarachi is *great*. I heard she parties *hard* though, so I can't guarantee that she will remember you." His tone isn't judgmental, but there's a clear worry and distaste for the situation. He doesn't believe she has problems, but liquor is just too much. Wren doesn't understand why anyone would want to be so removed from themselves. "Arden is such a baby. I love her. We're not even in the same position, which is such a shame because that would've been awesome. She's great though." Something about her just radiated this sense of familiarity, and he wanted to protect her immediately. He's already seen her name buzzing around and searched her on Seeker to find some unpleasant things. Maybe it was the shared mommy issues, but he can't share that with Seven even if it all seems public. "I like to think that I naturally impress people," he says, faking a cocky attitude as he smirks over at his friend. "But sure, I would love that. Meeting your friends sounds cool."

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

As hard as Seven tries to sit on this anxiety that's growing in his chest, it is a futile effort and suddenly the idea of Wren meeting his friends does not sound as appealing. Well, it *does* sound appealing, actually, and he thinks that might be the root of the problem... As he is quiet, it begins to become increasingly apparent to him that this is not a problem of him not actually wanting Wren to meet his friends but more of an issue of practicality and realism. It would be a bit selfish to get close to Wren, no? The inner turmoil Seven is currently sifting through is nowhere near obvious as he continues to smile and nod, even letting out a little chuckle when Wren acts cocky and does a little smirk. "You *are* very impressive," he says, as if nothing is wrong or upsetting him. Nothing *should* be upsetting him – this is an issue that has been resolved and handled and processed a long time ago, after all. Seven reminds himself of this, before pulling out his phone to check the time. It's not *very* late by Seven's standards, but it's still a reasonable enough time to bounce. There is a part of him that hesitates; the same part of him tries to reason with himself to stay longer. Alas, it's to no avail. "I should probably get going, by the way. It's late." he says, "And I've got an early day tomorrow." Seven is lying, but Wren has no way of knowing that. "It was awesome getting to talk to you, but at least with me gone, your other friends will have their host back."

Wren Winthrop

chaser for the tutshill tornadoes
ateleia

Wren is a little disappointed, but he can't argue with having an early morning. Schedules are what they are, and there's not much anyone can do to change them sometimes. It wouldn't be fair to pitch a fit over it, and he really wouldn't want to intrude anyways. Instead he grins and nods, standing. "Sure thing. It was great seeing you," he starts, heading for the door and holding it open for him. He falls quiet for a moment both out of a confusing sense of sadness and also an interest in hearing what's downstairs. Hopefully it plays off as the latter. "I doubt they've noticed, or else one of them would've stumbled up here by now trying to spy on us." He laughs though the thought isn't very funny. He appreciates his privacy, and something about what he has with Seven or at least what he wants with him subconsciously feels rather private. When the two start down the stairs, he calls out over his shoulder at him. "What do you have going on tomorrow?"

Seven Darling

flying race car driver
paintedred

Descending the staircase, Seven can feel his nerves begin to calm down and when the anxiety settles, he immediately begins to feel guilt manifest in its place. Seven does not enjoy lying (who does?), and these feelings are exacerbated by how badly he feels about lying to Wren in particular. Again, Seven finds Wren to be a very genuine person so the concept of lying to him specifically makes him feel all the more shitty about having fibbed as such. "I've got a thing with a couple of friends!" he mentions. He feels so bad about lying to the point that he makes a mental note to hit up some of his friends to do something, *just* so that it wouldn't be a lie, but it's unlikely he'll be able to drag anyone someplace that early. He rationalizes that it'll be fine – he'll just lay low tomorrow and Wren will never know. The two of them reach the elevator entrance and Seven relaxes a little now that he can leave and no longer be in this situation. He presses the button to go down, and muses that he will likely agonize over it when he gets home and not be able to sleep as he thinks this over. Sweeping that under the rug, he turns to Wren one last time and smiles charmingly. "It was great seeing you, Wren." he says, sincerely. He would not want Wren to think his sudden departure is indicative of Seven having had a bad time. "I will – " *Message you when I get home,* are the words on the tip of his tongue, but suddenly it seems a bit selfish to say that. "I'll see you around." he says instead, stepping inside. "Bye." And then the doors close. Seven leans against the elevator wall, letting out a loud sigh, looking to the ceiling as if he will somehow find the answer to this specific problem there.