'Cause you and me are the same, ( is what comes out of his mouth, matter of factly and without thought — which isn't really any different from any other time in his life; rene practically prides himself on his recklessness and the sharp words he uses. ) We don't like people telling us what to do.

( rene's gaze flickers over to that smirk across isabelle's painted lips, lingers for a moment as they walk. distracted? who's distracted? he is, and he apparently feels the need to tell her about it for whatever reason. what's a little casual flirtation between friends? it can't get any worse than the veritable nude he'd sent her earlier this week. ) Besides, I'm not allowed to work on my distractions 'cause my distractions got themselves a boyfriend.

( but best believe he's not bitter about that, if the glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he glances over at her again's got anything to say about it. )