Who: Dietre and OTA
What: Taking comfort in the classics / D so needs to meet people who dont work at the OG
When: Thursday afternoon?
Where: Bristol Public Library




How many days has it been since he'd slept? Proper sleep, more than two hours. He was guessing not since Halloween. It was more than his usual nightmares keeping him awake, there was just too much going on his mind, too much to think about. A life with people in it was more complicated and frustrating than he had imagined.

He kept thinking about Dylan, feeling like he should apologize. Maybe he had been too hasty to believe what Cait had said, and at the very least, he shouldn't have gotten into an argument (if that's what that was) on the internet, of all places. This sort of thinking would hammer around in his head for a while, only to be followed by the complete opposite. Shouldn't Dylan be the one to apologize? Hadn't Cait been right? Sex had been all Dylan wanted. If that wasn't true, he would have denied it, not made excuses about being a teenage male, as if that was a good enough reason.

And then he'd think about Robin. Was it stupid to hold out for a man who may never be interested? But Robin would be a friend, at least, and that was more than he would allow himself to expect from Dylan.

When sitting around at home, alone, mulling all this stuff over got to be too sickening, Dietre forced himself out of his apartment. The only place he could think to go to was the library, he had forgotten to pack a few of his favorite books, and seeing how he was too poor at the moment to re-buy them, he'd have to make do with renting.

A few hours later found him seated in one of the library's many chairs, brooding contentedly over a copy of Wuthering Heights. Curled at his feet was the 'dog'. He had come to accept it, realizing he felt less lonely when it was around. Sure it wasn't actually real, but didn't children enjoy the imaginary friends they made up? He never had one as a child, but...well...you can never be too old, right?