Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
"I don't hate him," Holly ventured, though he remained as even and unruffled as always. He had cultivated low affect when he was a young teenager, since visibly showing what he was feeling only gave people a weapon against him. Well, no, that was a lie. He'd cultivated it a lot earlier, because seeming untroubled while taking care of his dad was important. These days, it was just who he was, more than second nature, and he was only expressive when surprised or, recently, around certain people. "He's under the impression, huh? Does that mean you think he's wrong..., or?"
Holly didn't disagree with Noah being a good person. Noah was a good person. Okay, yeah, the Noah in his world hadn't been, but this guy was different, and Holly was currently toeing a line, right? He wasn't the kinda guy to back down, and that was another thing learned during high school, but he also didn't want to get into Dietre's face. He'd liked the guy, Dietre, back home, and this might just be a friend of Noah's, right? Even if Holly's jealousy was spiking like some EVP-meter in a haunted house.
Holly nodded toward the record, because he might as well keep up appearances. "Did you want to listen to something else..., or?"
He didn't so much as quirk a brow. "If you didn't think it was your place to say, you wouldn't have said it," he pointed out of Dietre's commentary. Again, it was chill, offered casually and untroubled. He wasn't spiky or angry. His expression was as chill as if they'd been discussing coffee. "But I'm me, which I think you're figuring out, right? And I'm guessing me doesn't live up to your requirements." He moved to his right, and he leafed through the records there. Finding the one he was looking for, he turned back to the turntable and switched it, handing the Ink Spots, again in their sleeve, to Dietre. "The Mills Brothers," he added, pointing up to the overhead speaker.