Re: Adrian's: Caleb R/Dietre A
“She is fantastic,” Dietre agreed. More than fantastic. When all the world was a confusing, painful jumble and he felt too alone to go on, Sieglinde was there to get him through. A furry ray of sunshine in his otherwise dismal life. “Yes. It means something like ‘gentle victory.’” A fitting name for a sweet dog, though some might find it a mouthful.
“I could put some coffee on now, it is no trouble.” Water seemed too paltry a thing to give a guest. And, well, coffee took time to brew, time that Caleb would be obliged to stay. Water could be downed in but a moment. Maybe it was wrong of him to think that way, but Dietre had a tendency to want to draw out a good thing for as long as possible, and being around Caleb was a good thing. Before he could be refused he ducked into the kitchen to get a drip pot started.
The living room could be seen from the kitchen, and Dietre made the sacrifice of speaking loud enough to be heard across the distance despite being embarrassed by the roughness of his voice at higher volumes. “Oh, it isn’t my home… I’m just staying here for a little while.” Until he got his shit together, so to speak.
With the coffee going, he returned to the living room. “Do you know Adrian March? This is his place… He’s a friend of a friend, letting me live here as a sort of favor, I guess… It's been a few months.” Explaining this was a bit awkward for Dietre, he didn’t really want to go into detail about being a suicidal mess who couldn’t be bothered to even eat while living on his own.
“Um… Would you like me to play something for you now? Or… after coffee?” Was it better to sit and talk first? Dietre didn’t know. He was lost when it came to this sort of thing.