"Me too," replied Aron as he plopped down on the cold floor of the hall.
"Haha, never would've thought I'd be drinking with you in the middle of the night... sneaking, huh?" Ren chuckled, his voice echoing off the empty walls as he expressed his thoughts. After seeing a lot of things about Aron that were never in the game, he actually never hated Aron...
Like Aron says that he hates Ren, but not that much. For Ren, it was none – he just didn't care enough to think that he should hate Aron.
"Me too, I wouldn't even share a table with the likes of you," Aron added.
"Looks like I do hate him now," Ren made a mental note, not in the mood to ruin his hangover.
"...I didn't mean that one," Aron immediately backtracked.
Ren raised a brow, his expression questioning. "You seem like you say a lot of things that you don't mean."
