Re: lakeside mansion; hugh c./dietre a.
“Sunday would be fine.” There. Plans were made. He had something to look forward to, something to mark time, something to change the monotonous blur of days. He always marveled at how easily other people arranged getting together. He overheard things whenever he actually went out, people talking, making and canceling plans so casually, like it was no big deal. Well, other people didn’t overthink everything the way he did. To other people, it wasn't a big deal.
“It is nice, though I suppose that depends on who your roommate is.” He hadn’t seen too much of Adrian when they lived together outside of meal times. They stayed out of each other’s hair. “Mine would do the shopping and cooking, which was very nice. I’m not so good at taking care of myself when I’m on my own...”
“...That’s actually why I ended up with a roommate to begin with,” Dietre confessed after a moment. “I wasn’t doing very well at the time, so a friend arranged with one of his friends for me to live with him.”
He cleared his throat, stopping himself from straying too far down that path of conversation. “I’ll bring some books if you’d like. For next time? ...Maybe poetry would be best, for reading aloud?”