[ he's watching through the window when rex arrives, not in the ugly van, but on a motorcycle, and his mouth hangs open stupidly when he dismounts like he's in a goddamn commercial for... something. lin doesn't know. he just knows that rex looks nice. very nice. he's fuming over this with such steadfast concentration that he almost forgets to open the door, the disgruntled frown marring his features softening slightly at the compliment. cute. ]

Thanks. [ that caused him physical pain, thank you. ] You. You clean up pretty nice.

[ he does. the stubble adds a certain charm, and lin finds himself wanting to touch it. he's never grown much in the ways of facial hair over the years, and then ended up lasering it away after leaving the prison, along with dyeing his hair blonde and changing his name. he's unrecognizable from the person he'd been before, and he prefers it that way. ]

Do you want anything to drink?

[ he stalks over to the small kitchen, properly playing host, though there isn't much in the fridge. some water and juice and a case of beer someone had given him that he can't throw away but also doesn't want to drink. everything is neat and clean and carefully arranged, the only thing out of place being a magazine thrown casually onto the couch. the place is tiny but with a spectacular view of the city through wide windows alongside the living area. ]

Here's the tour. Living room. [ he gestures to the space before them. ] Kitchen. And that - [ he points to a door left slightly ajar. ] Is the bedroom. The bathroom's through there, too. This place wasn't really meant for entertaining, but the Kakyu Group owns it, so my boss put me here. The only thing I asked for was a view. Our house in China didn't have one, and prisons don't have nice windows.