Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he hadn't never had a lick to call his own, and it was new for him to say something like what he'd just said. He wouldn't never be like that on his own account, but this wasn't for him any, and so that made it real fine. He was glad Dietre didn't fuss, and he went to the counter and gave the girl the card Damian had given him for emergencies. She rang the shirt and jeans up, and Misha smiled over at Dietre. "You're welcome," he said, thinking he'd pass the thanks along to Damian.
He wasn't aware of the things Dietre was thinking, 'bout a new him, or he would've told the other boy that wasn't how he'd meant it, but Dietre looked happy 'nough, and that was all that mattered to Misha.
The girl was bagging the clothes up, folding them up nice and individual in tissue paper, and Dietre was asking 'bout Oliver 'fore. It was something Misha wanted to tread real carefully on. "I get the sense he's gained some confidence while being away at school. His brother was here then, and he was real dependent on him. Jude ain't 'round no more, though," he said, reckoning that covered it in real broad strokes.
He motioned to the door and walked toward it. Could be that made it obvious he didn't want to influence him none 'bout Oliver. "You come on," he said.