Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
Was he okay? Dietre likely hadn’t been okay for even five minutes at a stretch his whole life. “Y-es…” Obviously lying and embarrassed at being asked, that frown was back, eyes dropping to the records on the table waiting to be paid for. Disturbed. Avoidant.
The explanation over Daniel’s supposed nickname sounded… fishy. His father’s uncle? That didn’t quite account for the age gap. Dietre’s frown deepened, but he chose to accept the unlikely story he was given. He had caused enough trouble already, and arguing wouldn’t make things better. “I see.”
Dietre had not known where Daniel lived, or at least hadn’t made the connection between the store and things Daniel had posted online about it. He looked up as if maybe he could see through the ceiling into the mysterious man’s life up above. “...He’s been ill recently. The way he talked about it, it sounded as though he expected to die. But now he talks of being recovered. Is that true?” Dietre had been deeply concerned and Daniel’s reponses had not been very reassuring at the time. He had yet to see the man since he got better, so he couldn’t verify his claims.
“He paid for my piano. Or-- Well, he paid to fix it.” And it hadn’t really been his piano, but finders keepers. “I’m grateful to him.”