Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Dietre struggled to accept Misha’s vague non-answer, but found he couldn’t. Dissatisfaction was in the set of his jaw, childish frustration in the way he bit his lower lip to keep from blurting out something rude. When he wanted to know more about someone he could become obsessive, and that desperate feeling only got worse if information was withheld.
“Yes, but… what was he like?” He frowned down at Misha as they walked, squeezing the handle of his shopping bag. “If he lacked confidence, was he like me? As bad as me?” Could it be possible that he could become more self assured in just a few years too? Dietre wanted to know if he could look to Oliver as an inspiration.
“Was he shy? Was he sad? He said he cut his wrist once, do you know why?” Dietre didn’t mean to grill, but he wanted to know everything and too many questions filled his head to just ask one at a time. If he had known anyone who had been friends with Liam he would have done the same to them. Needled them for bits of information that’d he’d then hoard like a magpie stealing jewels.