Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
The ‘yeah’ made things easier. It lessened the chances that Hugh was going to think he was having dinner with a madman. Dietre nodded and sipped at his wine, trying to organize how he was going to explain this side of himself without scaring Hugh off. He was lucky that they lived in Repose where unexplainable, insane nonsense happened all the time. Hugh had been around long enough to experience the cycles the town went through. You couldn’t suffer Repose’s seasonal madness without developing an open mind eventually.
“Well… I have.” A frown. “I do,” he corrected. Dietre cleared his throat, staring so intensely at the wine glass between his hands on the table that he was practically glaring. “Ever since I can remember, I’ve… seen things.”
“No one believed me, of course. I didn’t believe it either, not until I came to Repose and… found out otherwise.” Explaining that it was an angel who told him was a little too far fetched, so he wasn’t even going to try and bring that detail up. “...I’m sure you can imagine how things must have been for me.”
His ability laid out the spiraling trajectory of his life. It made him a frightened, timid child. It kept him wanting to stay hidden inside, isolated. It made his father think he was first a liar, then insane. He hoped that telling Hugh would help the man understand why he was the way he was; gloomy, lonely, and a bit death obsessed.
“Anyway… That is something most people don’t know.” A furtive glance up at the man across from him, worried, vulnerable. “...I’m sorry if that wasn’t what you expected…”