Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
Holly nodded at the comment about the music being good. He liked the Ink Spots a lot. They had this great old feel that still managed modernity somehow. It was a good choice, and he was snotty enough to approve of people coming in and looking for good stuff. He had all kinds of vintage stuff in the stacks, but the good stuff? The good stuff was what this was all about.
When he'd walked over to Dietre, he'd maybe expected more of what Dietre had displayed on the forums. He expected gloom and poetry, paired with an appreciation for music of the stormcloud variety. He was about to recommend Gloomy Sunday, but Dietre embarked upon the unexpected path of discussing Noah, and Holly's face remained as chill and unmoved as it always was. The comment about Holly hating Noah? It made Holly surprised, though that wasn't in any way evident. But, yeah, it meant Noah had talked to Dietre honestly at some point, which was unexpected. "You guess?" About him, Holly, not hating Noah.
"Is he?" Noah. A good person. As in, was Noah a good person? and, you don't say? It didn't savor of sarcasm, and Holly leaned an elbow casually against the shelf of turntables. He got that Dietre was saying the friend thing because Noah hadn't told Dietre he, Noah, was gay, maybe? Holly couldn't be sure. "No, I'm not a good person." He wasn't even full of shit in that moment. Holly was perfectly aware that Noah was a much better person than he was. There was no point in lying about his own disposition.
And he wasn't aware that Dietre was finding him entirely lacking and unworthy of Noah's attention, but this whole exchange did make him look at Dietre in a more assessing way. Because, well, yeah. "So? What now? Do you threaten me?" he asked with that easy deadpan, as if being threatened was a thing that happened on all days ending in Y. He didn't even shift his elbow to straighten from his lean.