Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
"You could ask him if I hate him," Holly suggested, his face a perfectly entertained deadpan. Inside? He was spitting green, but he was a perfectly lazy calm on the surface. Inside, he was trying to figure out what Dietre's relationship with Noah was. It was just another one of those Twilight Zone situations, right? Because no way would back-home!Noah have been friends with back-home!Dietre. He would've been even less likely to be buds with Evanescence!Dietre, so Holly was kinda grasping at straws, here. He didn't have enough information to paint a picture, and he kinda hated that.
Holly changed the music, despite the shrug, because music was what he did. Music soothed Holly, just like old movies and sci-fi stuff did, and he was trying to remain entirely calm during this interaction, even if he felt a bunch of stuff. He didn't want Noah feeling whatever across town, you know? Anyway, he quirked a brow. "What did you expect?" he asked, allowing a small sliver of curiosity to show in his dark gaze. "Let me guess, you thought Noah would be with a cute twink, or...?" At 6'2 and nearly 200-pounds? Holly was absolutely not a cute twink. And Noah was a majorly hot jock, so, yeah, Holly got that Noah was the type of guy someone expected to find with a cheerleader on his arm.
He watched Dietre's lips thin, and he laughed. It wasn't, like, a malicious laugh. It was a quiet, entertained, lowkey laugh. "Do you disapprove of everything I say or do? Come on, guy, relax," he suggested easily. Thinned lips? Weren't anything significant to someone like Holly. Look, he'd grown up stealing food out of dumpsters for the town drunk, okay? He could take it. He held up a finger, and he grabbed his original thought, you know, for something Dietre might like, and he put it on. "This song? Is supposedly the saddest song ever written," he said.